Call to Treason - Tom Clancy [122]
The line was short, and they were hotel bound within a few minutes. Kat did not speak, and Rodgers did not push her. He would rather have a willing ally than a reluctant one. Five minutes later, they were at the Bay Grand, a mile from the convention center. The lobby was crowded with conventioneers and press. Rodgers and Kat went to the USF registration table and picked up their keys and ID at the V.I.P station. They were on the same floor, just below Orr's penthouse. The elevator was packed, and the silence between Rodgers and Kat continued.
A young reporter from the Washington Post recognized the general from the coverage of the United Nations attack. Rodgers said he was here in an advisory capacity to Senator Orr. The reporter asked for a comment about the attack on Op-Center. Rodgers said it was abhorrent. He declined to say more. It was fascinating to him how the other conversations in the small carriage winked out as the journalist asked his questions. The delegates did not handle eavesdropping with the slick, multitasking skill of a Washingtonian. A veteran politician or journalist or society kingpin could be at a restaurant or party and not miss a syllable of his own conversation while skimming half a dozen others that might be going on around him. It was not a talent Rodgers had ever admired. He preferred the wide-eyed silence of his fellow passengers.
Kat turned to him when they reached her door. Rodgers's room was two doors beyond it.
"I still think this whole thing is ridiculous. There is some other, very simple explanation," Kat told Rodgers. "But if you want to go through my luggage, I won't stop you."
"Thanks. But there is something I want more than that," he replied. "I want your help. I want to find out if anyone on the USF team is behind these crimes."
Kat laughed humorlessly. "General, I just said I thought this was ridiculous. Why would I want to be part of it?"
"You're already part of it," he pointed out.
"Because some former G-man busted into my apartment and found blue ice?" she asked. "Because the police may have been following him and are likely to arrest him? Detective Howell is a friend of our office.
He was not happy to see the case turned over to Op-Center."
That remark took Rodgers by surprise. "What do you mean, he's a friend of your office?"
"The detective admires Senator Orr. He did not approve of the way hearsay had become Op-Center's marching orders," she said.
"Has Howell been promised anything?" Rodgers asked. "Directorship of the FBI, anything like that?"
"No, though the defense secretary post might be vacant real soon."
Rodgers ignored the dig. "Are you sure he has been offered nothing?"
"Yes. Some people do things out of principle."
"In D.C." very few. You happen to be talking to one of the two I know."
"Am I?" She inserted the key card in the lock. "The man I've gotten to know, General, is suspicious bordering on paranoid. I'm beginning to wonder how you ever passed the Op-Center psych evaluation."
"We're paid to be paranoid," he replied. "That's what allows people like you to sleep nights."
"I sleep fine," she said as the green light flashed. She opened the door.
"How is Howell when he calls? Comfortable? Surreptitious? Vague?"
"Cautious," she replied. "That is certainly not uncommon in Washington."
"I'm missing something here," he said. "Some connection. Was Howell in the navy?"
"I don't know," Kat said as she hefted her bags into the room. She turned on the light and held the door open for a moment. Kat had obviously had enough. "Was there something else?" she asked. "You want to frisk me, go through my luggage?"
"You have anything to hide?" he asked, nodding at the bags.
"I'm not hiding anything from you right now," she said contemptuously.
Rodgers hesitated. Even if he found the dress