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“Change of heart?”
“You could say that.”
“They’ve come down hard on you, haven’t they?”
“I need to know one thing. Is Kelly Paul working with you?”
“Who?”
“We don’t have time for that,” Bunting said irritably. “Is she?”
Sean hesitated. “Yes.”
There was silence.
“Bunting?” Sean said sharply.
“We really need to meet.”
“How can you get away from them? You know they’re watching you. In fact they’re probably listening to our conversation right now.”
“Impossible,” said Bunting.
“Why?”
“Because I’m using better scrambling technology than the president of the Untied States uses for his calls. Not even the NSA can touch it. And as soon as you picked up on your line, my technology pipeline was extended to your phone as well.”
“But that still doesn’t answer my question of how you can physically get away from them.”
“Leave it to me. I didn’t build a billion-dollar business in the intelligence arena by being a moron.”
“And your family?”
“Let me worry about that. I’m assuming you’re somewhere near Edgar Roy. How about we rendezvous halfway? Say Portland, Maine?”
“When?”
“Tomorrow night.”
Sean said, “Where in Portland?”
“There’s a restaurant down by the waterfront. Clancy’s. They’re open until midnight. My wife and I used to go there when we were dating.”
“If you’re trying to set us up—”
“My family is in danger, Mr. King, and I need to make this right.”
Sean let the silence linger. He listened to the other man’s tight breathing.
“See you in Portland,” said Sean.
CHAPTER
65
THE NEXT NIGHT the Bunting family left their brownstone and walked down the street, their two private security men a few yards behind them. The weather had stayed cold, and the Bunting family was bundled up, hats, gloves, and mufflers. Mrs. Bunting walked hand in hand with her youngest child. Not once did the man beside her check his cell phone for messages.
Twenty minutes before they had left, a furniture delivery was made to their residence. Three large boxes. This was not unusual as deliveries often came to the Bunting residence. Mrs. Bunting was an avid shopper.
