you requested.” The office door remains cracked just slightly.
Outside the office Alice walks down the hallway in front of Baxter’s office on the way to a meeting and hears the beginnings of the conversation. Reacting as the field agent she once was, she slows to listen.
Baxter ’s voice reverberates firmly. “Did you find anything incriminating on Agent Natan? Or did it all match this report about her fine work?”
Alice ’s attention piques.
The agent responds, “Not quite, Sir. Our sources say that it was virtually impossible for Special Agent Natan to have intercepted all of the information she provided. She knew things that just couldn’t have been known without inside capability.”
Alice continues listening, the concerned look on her face growing with each passing second.
Baxter replies, “You wanna tell me how she got it then? We better be damn sure we have proof if we’re accusing one of the N.S.A. special agents of improper conduct, especially this agent. She’s been commended by the President, for Christ sakes.”
“I’m aware of that, Sir, and I’m still investigating it,” the agent replies.
“Any other data you get on this comes to me immediately, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Anyone asking questions about you looking into this?” Baxter asks.
“No, Sir. But there is one other thing. Special Agent Natan was requested to recover a research professor who was arrested in Mexico . This is outside of N.S.A. protocol. Marsh issued the order so I don’t think the issues are related. I just wanted to be sure that you knew about it.’
“I spoke with Marsh this morning. This came from him. It was a Congressional favor of some kind, but look into it anyway.”
“Anything else, Sir?”
“That’ll be all.” Baxter’s voice trails off.
Alice rushes from the door, maneuvering into a corner out of sight. Oh Kate. What have you gotten yourself into?
Chapter Seven
Inside the N.S.A. building Agent Natan walks from the elevator to Marsh’s office. She gets to the door and knocks lightly. Marsh’s voice can be heard from behind the door, “It’s about time.” Agent Natan smiles to herself as she enters the office. She sees Marsh sitting at his desk.
A confident Natan approaches. “Sir.”
Marsh acknowledges this confidence, “Agent Natan, looks like you got back in one piece. That’s always a good thing. Everything complete?”
“Yes, Sir. The p rofessor arrived with me at Dulles yesterday in the evening in time for dinner and we parted ways at customs, Sir.”
“Glad to see that everything’s taken care of. I appreciate you handling this.”
“No problem, Sir.”
“Well, Agent Natan, no need to waste any more of your day in my office. I’m sure Agent Knight is champing at the bit to have you back.”
Natan smiles. “Yes, Sir. I’m sure he is.”
Natan starts to leave.
“Agent Natan.” Marsh’s words stop her.
Natan turns back to him. “Sir?”
Marsh smiles. “Be sure to keep that rookie in line.”
“Always, Sir.”
Natan leaves the office and makes her way down the corridor. A female co-worker approaches her. “Agent Natan. You have a call on line two. A professor from Maryland University .”
Natan reaches for her cell phone. “Patch it through to my cell, will ya?”
Chapter Eight
Agent Natan enters Maryland University , meandering her way through hallways in her attempts to find the math department. The corridors echo with a hollowness in between that of a hospital and a church, an academic feel that reflects the warranted sense of an emptiness not prescribed or