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“While it wasn’t his original mission, Saint was also investigating Irish based on information he was given by Dr. Benjamin.”
“Dr. Benjamin?” I tapped my lip with my fingertip. “You think he left proof. That’s why Paxon has been at MIT even though I haven’t. It’s also why he didn’t want me to return last week.”
“There’s more,” said my father, covering my hand with his.
“What?” I asked, looking between him and Decker.
“There’s evidence suggesting that Irish may have had a hand in Saint’s and Benjamin’s disappearances.”
“What do you need me to do?”
“Two things,” said Decker. “First, find the evidence Dr. Benjamin left, and then lead Paxon to the remaining evidence we planted.”
“Wait. You don’t have Benjamin’s evidence already?”
Decker shook his head. “I have enough on Irish without it, but finding it would give us the names of the people Irish has been working with.”
“You don’t think Irish knows where it is?” I asked.
“Even if he did, it’s unlikely he’d know what he was looking at,” said my dad.
“It’s in code. That’s where you come in,” I said to him.
He and Decker both nodded.
The door opened, and my mother walked back in, followed by two waiters carrying our lobster, signaling the end of our conversation.
My parents went homeafter dropping Decker and me at my building.
“You up for doing this tonight?” he asked when the elevator opened to my floor.
“I don’t have any choice.”
Decker went over everything that had been planted in my office, as well as what he believed I should be looking for when I got there tomorrow.
Something occurred to me. “Wait a minute.”
Decker raised his head.
“We need to get my father back over here.”
“Why?”
“Because I have what we’re looking for.”
Three hours later, my father raised his head and smiled. “I found it.”
As much asI wanted to be there when Paxon was arrested, I knew I shouldn’t be. It would only complicate what would already be a tenuous situation. My father didn’t go either. Instead, he, my mother, and I went out for breakfast.
We were just finishing our coffee when my mother reached over and touched my hand and then motioned to the television above the bar.
“CIA Officer Arrested for Conspiracy to Spy for China,” the headline read. I watched as Paxon Warrick was led away in handcuffs. Off to the side, I could see the top of Decker’s head. These weren’t men that needed the glory that came along with a press conference. No, men like Decker, Lynx, and even my father, were the kind of people who worked behind the scenes, keeping the rest of us safe from the atrocities that took place daily around the world.
“I want to leave MIT,” I blurted. I couldn’t say it was something I’d thought about. I just decided, and once I had, I knew I couldn’t go back.
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