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The door opened before he arrived, a younger man, thin with sharp features stepped into the hall and held his hand out in greeting.
"Hello, Mr. Martin, Clinton Miller."
"Hello, Mr. Miller."
They stepped into the office, which was lit by the florescent lights used all over government buildings, though some of that had changed to more energy efficient bulbs. This was a huge building and it would take time to get to them all.
"Please sit down, Mr. Martin."
"You may as well call me Rafe."
Clinton nodded and replied. "You should call me Clint."
He pulled a sketch pad from a closet and laid it on the desktop. Pulling open drawers, he set pencils next to the pad and sat at his desk. A portable easel was pulled from a bottom desk drawer. As Clint opened it up and arranged it, he said, "I'm sorry I'm not ready. I just arrived myself."
"No problem. Take your time."
Clint arranged his sketch pad on the easel, pulled a stool toward the desk and replaced his chair with it, then sat atop it with a flourish. "Okay, now let's start."
Rafe related his memory of the man's face. His eyes, the color of them, his cheeks, his chin, the stubble and the mole near the left eye. He slowly and diligently described each feature as his eye saw it. Clint didn't interrupt him, but his pencil moved across the sketch pad as if in a fever, the soft brushing sound was mesmerizing in its fluidity.
After nearly forty-five minutes, Clint turned the easel toward him, "Take a look at this and tell me what's off."
"His brows were a bit bushier. He had lines under his eyes."
Clint moved his pencil across the man's face and turned it toward him again.
"Perfect. That's the man I saw."
6
Adelaide waited for the senator to pocket his phone. "That didn't sound like a great call. Is everything okay?"
"No. I'm being followed."
"I don't understand."
"It doesn't matter." He polished off the remainder of his beer and stood.
"Will you be alright?"
He mumbled something under his breath and Addy glanced at Henry. He nodded and began following the senator to the back door.
She still had a full beer, the one the senator purchased, sitting on the bar untouched and she nodded to the bartender. "Not sure if you want it, but I haven't touched it. I've got to go."
The bartender stopped in front of her and pulled the bottle off the bar and dumped it in a garbage can. She stared at Addy for a moment. "What's up with you and the senator?"
"Nothing. I came to see the place, saw him having some troubles, and wanted to help."
She bit her bottom lip, her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail at the top of her head. "I don't buy it."
Addy shrugged. "So, who's the redhead at the end of the bar?"
The bartender turned her head, stared briefly at the man, who was watching them closely then looked her in the eyes again.
"I think he works for the president-elect. I've seen them together, though not for a while now. Once Senator King started campaigning, he stopped coming in. But, that man is known in this area as a snitch or an informant."
"For president-elect King?"
