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"Yeah. Me too, but I hate Washington."
Pulling her top drawer open she pulled out her undergarments. "I've only been once, but I'm dying to see the Bowman home."
Maya laughed. "My mom said it was amazing."
Addy dropped her clothing on the bed next to her suitcase and began refolding it to fit in packing cubes before arranging them in her suitcase. She looked up at Maya, "I know I don't need to remind you, but I'm going to anyway. If anything happens to me..."
"Stop. I know. You've told me where you keep everything. I'll make sure Uncle Josh and Aunt Isi are okay."
"And...?"
Maya huffed out a breath. "And, I'll plant a tree for you at headquarters next to Jake and Grandpa’s."
Addy nodded and let out a breath to vanquish the negative feelings that evoked. But, there was always a possibility that things could go wrong. Their family knew it more than others. Their grandfather, Richard Masters, had been killed on a mission as well as their Uncle Jake Masters. It was a reality. But a reality they accepted.
3
It was well past seven p.m. when Rafe wearily turned his SUV into the parking lot he regularly occupied. He could see the parking lot, and his vehicle, from his office window. He liked keeping an eye on all things.
Exiting his vehicle, he hit the lock button on his key fob and pocketed his keys. His mind snapped as it ran through the scenario of today. He'd memorized that man. The balding man who was in the locker room. He'd have an artist compile a sketch and then run it through a recognition program, first thing. His memory was great, nearly ninety percent recall, but there was no reason to test that right now.
Opening his laptop on his desk, he emailed the sketch artist they had on staff at the DoD, to set up an appointment as soon as possible. His phone buzzed and he picked it up automatically, Leesha was gone for the day.
"Martin."
"Mr. Martin, my name is Adelaide Masters. I work for GHOST. I was given your contact information as our on-the-ground contact in Washington."
"Yes, Ms. Masters. How can I help you?"
"You can start by calling me Adelaide, or Addy. That's what my friends call me. I'm looking for any insight you might have on the whereabouts of Senator Jackson."
Rafe pulled open his bottom right-hand drawer, unlocked the false side, and pulled out a file. Laying it neatly on his desk, he flipped it open and scanned the top page. He then entered an access code into the secure section of the private server Casper had inside the DoD server.
"As of three hours ago, Senator Jackson was in person at a Senate council meeting. He lost his re-election campaign and has been rattling cages about broken promises and being stabbed in the back."
"Is he being followed?"
"Somewhat."
"How do you somewhat, follow someone?"
"Suffice it to say, we have people placed in strategic places that can offer us information."
"Fair enough. So this was three hours ago. Any mention of his whereabouts now?"
"Not here, but I can make a couple of calls. Are you in Washington?"
"Yes, we've recently arrived at the Bowman home and have set up operations here. Our next step is to locate Senator Jackson and see if we can get him to talk to us."
"I'll call you back in a few minutes."
"Thank you."
The line went dead and he sat for a moment and stared at his phone. It was game on now. GHOST was in place. His life, all of their lives were likely to change ten-fold within a day or two. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd be in this position.
He dialed up one of his contacts. "Yeah."
"I need to know the whereabouts of Senator Jackson."
