up singing soprano in the church choir. Thereâs a natural flow to every horseâs movement. Donât buck that motion. You wonât win the battle against a half ton of muscle. But also let him know whoâs the boss or he wonât respect you.â The same could be said about humans, he thought.
âOkay, Jim, Iâm trying. About this man you hired.â
Halsey hadnât forgotten. He just wasnât sure how much he wanted to share. âI donât know that much about him. What have you found out about Jake Adams?â
âI. . .how do you know I looked into him?â
Halsey smiled. âYou just told me.â
Shaking his head, the lawyer said, âRight. Well, thereâs not much to tell from my end. My contact at State couldnât tell me much other than the fact that Adams had been an Air Force officer in the intelligence field. His work in the CIA is still classified. I did find out a little about some of his cases since going private.â
Senator Halsey knew most of those exploits already, but he didnât want his lawyer to know this. âSuch as?â
âA few years ago he single-handedly took down a Kurdish terrorist group,â the lawyer said.
Actually that was more than a decade ago, Halsey remembered. He had been in the House at the time on the Intelligence Committee and had gotten a briefing on that case.
âAnd?â
The lawyer hunched his shoulders just as the horse rose up sharply, with comical affect. âI hear he somehow avoided the entire Chinese Army, on the run for days, and then parachuted into Russia to stop the theft of our airborne laser system.â
Halsey smiled, knowing his advisor and lawyer was only partially true. Adams had actually been dropped from a B-2 bomber in a classified pod system. âSounds like you have a man crush on Jake Adams.â
âMaybe a little,â Winthrop said. âSo, Iâm guessing he should be able to find your sister.â
âI hope so,â Halsey admitted.
They rode for a while in silence.
Finally, the lawyer said, âYou just talked with Adams. Where is he now?â
Senator Halsey considered the question. Brock Winthrop had felt a little hurt when he had been told that he would no longer be running the search for Sara Halsey Jones. âIs this about me taking a more active role in the search for Sara?â
Winthrop pulled back on the reins, bringing his horse to an abrupt stop. The senator made the same move with his horse. âJim, I really think you should let me take control of this.â
âSheâs my sister.â
âAll the more reason to let someone else run lead.â
Halsey thought about it and realized his advisor and lawyer might be right. Besides, sometimes it was nice to be able to focus the blame of failure on someone else should the effort to find Sara fail. Not that he expected that result. Much like his new searcher Jake Adams, he had never really failed at anything in his life.
âAll right,â Senator Halsey agreed, giving a little click with his tongue and a slight jab with his boots in the mareâs ribs, sending them forward again. âYou keep track of Adams. But make damn sure you donât piss the guy off. Now that we got the man out of prison we have no leverage hanging over him.â
âThereâs always money.â Winthrop smiled as he tried to keep his manhood intact and away from the hard saddle.
The senator shook his head. âAdams doesnât give a ratâs ass about money. Heâs doing quite well for himself following a couple of his last cases. Heâs an idealist.â
âSeems you have that in common with him.â
âRemember what my hero once said, âTrust but verify.ââ
âBack to Ronald Reagan?â
âThe best damn president in my lifetime. But I mean it, Brock. Verify what Adams is doing, but trust his judgment. If you go after him too
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