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Mr. Avery?
Sean followed them through the airport and out the exit. He eyed the Dulles Flyer taxi lines. Pretty full. He watched as Avery and the driver headed to the area across from the terminal where the car services routinely parked.
Sean made his move.
He butted in front of the people waiting in line for taxis. When they complained and an airport employee whose job it was to get folks in and out of cabs approached, Sean pulled his ID and flashed his gold plastic badge and identification card. He did so quickly but confidently, giving none of them time to focus on it.
“FBI. I need to commandeer this taxi. I’ve got a suspect under surveillance.”
The people in line backed off when they glimpsed the badge, and the airport employee even held the door open for him.
“Go get him,” he told Sean.
Feeling a little guilty, Sean managed a smile. “I will.”
The cab headed off and Sean gave the driver instructions. They exited the airport and pulled in behind the Lincoln Town Car. He wrote down the license plate number just in case he might need it later. They drove along the Dulles Toll Road, which was also known as Silicon Valley East because of the large number of tech companies headquartered along it. There were also numerous defense contractors and companies working in the intelligence field located here, Sean knew. Several former Secret Service agents he’d worked with now made far more money on the private side toiling away at some of these for-profit outfits.
The car ahead turned off at an exit and proceeded west. The cab followed. When the Town Car pulled into an office complex, Sean told the taxi driver to stop. He got out and handed a twenty to the man, who refused to accept it.
“Just keep us safe,” the guy said before driving off.
A little embarrassed, Sean put the cash away and looked at the office building. He quickly discovered that it didn’t belong to simply one company. It housed a number of firms. That was problematic, but he had to keep going. You typically got only one true break on any case, and this might be it.
He watched as the Town Car driver headed off. Sean watched Avery walk into the building. He reached the lobby at about the time the elevator arrived to take Avery up. A quick glance allowed Sean to see that Avery was the only one in the car. There was a security guard in the lobby behind a marble console, and he glanced at Sean.
“Visitors sign in over here, sir.”
Sean walked over and pulled out his wallet. He dropped it and took his time picking it back up and pushing some cards back into place in their respective slots. When he stood and turned he saw that the elevator carrying Avery had stopped on the sixth floor.
Then the car began to descend. Avery must’ve gotten off.
He turned to the guard.
“You may not believe this, but I’m from out of town and I’m a little lost.”
“It happens,” said the guard, though he didn’t look pleased by Sean’s confession.
“I’m looking for the Kryton Corporation. They’re supposed to be somewhere around here, but I think my secretary got the damn address wrong.”
The guard frowned. “Kryton? Never heard of them. I know they’re not in this building.”
“They’re on the sixth floor. That I do know.”
The guard was shaking his head. “Only company on the sixth floor here is BIC Corp.”
“BIC. Doesn’t sound anything like Kryton.”
“No, it sure doesn’t,” said the guard firmly.
“Kryton’s in the intelligence field. Government contractor.”
“So is just about every company in this area. All looking for Uncle Sam’s last dollar. That is to say, my last dollar as a taxpayer.”
Sean grinned. “I hear you loud and clear. Well, thanks.” He turned to leave but then said, “BIC. Is that like the pen?”
“No, Bunting International Corp.”
“Bunting? Wasn’t he a baseball player and then a senator?”
