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“And knowing Sidwell, I’m sure the
y have a zero tolerance policy.”
“That’s right. And if I know my wife, she’s going to go in there today and kiss some major ass and make this thing go away.”
“And you’re not invited?”
“That’s my guess.”
“I’m on it.” She said as she sat and reached for her phone. “I’ll let you know what I find out.”
Nash walked over and knocked on Harris’s door. A loud voice told whoever was there to go away. Nash knocked again and then grinned as he heard a slew of curses erupt from the other side.
As the door started to open, Harris could be heard growling, “What kind of dumb mother…” The last word got stuck in his mouth as soon as he saw the smiling little towhead in Nash’s arms.
“I need to have a word with you,” Nash said in a grim voice.
Harris took a step back and motioned for them to come in. As soon as he closed the door, his entire demeanor changed. He rubbed his hands together and then reached out for Charlie, who willingly lunged forward. Harris held him tight and kissed his big pudgy cheeks. “Oh…Sheila is going to be jealous when I tell her you stopped by the office.”
Nash smiled. Sheila was Harris’s wife, who leapt at the chance to watch Charlie any chance she got. The show Nash and Harris had put on for everybody in the office on Monday had been prearranged. The two worked very hard behind the scenes to share information, and Nash thought it would be best if Harris let everyone in the office believe he was furious over the story in the Post, when in fact he had known about the basics of the operation from the beginning.
Harris saw Charlie looking at his desk, so he sat down in his chair and said, “I don’t let anyone touch my desk, but you, little buddy, you can touch anything you want. Go ahead.” After a moment he looked up at Nash and said, “What’s wrong? I can see by the way you’re standing there like you need an enema that you’re not having such a good morning.”
“I’ve got a problem.”
“How bad?”
“It depends.” Nash shrugged his shoulders, and then appeared to be lost in thought.
“Buddy,” Harris said, “you can trust me.”
“I know I can, I just don’t know if I want to lay this mess at your feet.”
“We’ve talked about this before.” There was a clang as Charlie knocked over a blue FBI mug filled with pens. “That’s okay,” Harris said reassuringly and then looked back up at Nash. “I’m with you on this thing. I’m not going to break any laws on my end, but I’m not going to turn your ass in either.”
“You need to be really careful on this. No electronic fingerprints…No paper trails. I’d prefer it if there weren’t any phone records.”
“I know how to work the system. Tell me what you need.”
Nash looked out the window for a moment and then said, “A friend of mine has gone missing.”
“Good guy or bad guy?”
“Good guy.”
“How long?”
“Not sure.”
“When was the last time you heard from him?” Harris asked while he reached out and squeezed Charlie’s thigh.
“Yesterday afternoon.”
“That’s not very long.”
Nash sighed. This was going to be hard to express, why he was so worried. He settled on saying, “Considering the circumstances…it’s an eternity.”
Harris nodded. “You want me to check the morgue?”
