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Applewhite.
    "You need help from a much higher power than me," Andy said after Kerney finished.
    "I'm glad the FBI is landing in your lap and not mine. What can I do?"
    "I'd like some substantiation of Applewhite's story."
    "A certain amount of paranoia is a healthy thing for any police chief to have, Kerney, but you may be stretching it a bit. Aside from the FBI, it's quite likely you'll have antiterrorist specialists, State Department counterintelligence agents, and the CIA camping at your door."
    "I think I'm being played for a fool. Applewhite literally handed me a ready-made motive for murder. If this is a cover-up, I want to know it."
    "Or you could sit back, cover your ass, and let them run their game.
    Forget I said that; it's not your style. Okay, how do you want to handle it?"
    "Nothing through official channels. Just a quiet check of Apple white's cover story. I'd like to know when she arrived in New Mexico and with whom. She was supposedly in Taos before getting pulled off a skiing vacation with her husband and sent down here to meet with me.
    I've got the name of the Santa Fe hotel where she's booked a room, and we're running a license-plate check on her vehicle. I'll fax the information to you when it comes in."
    "That's all?" Andy asked.
    "I don't want to telegraph my suspicions."
    "Why not use one of your people?"
    "Not a good idea."
    Andy thought about the mess Kerney had inherited from his predecessors: an understaffed department known for petty politics, poor morale, and vicious infighting.
    "You're probably right," he said.
    "I'll get back to you."
    "Thanks, Andy."
    "Keep your head down, Kevin."
    Kerney heard the distant sound of an aircraft and looked up at the clear night sky. Against a backdrop of stars he saw the flashing lights of a plane ten miles out, on a straight gradual descent to the Santa Fe Airport.
    Because large commercial jets flew into Albuquerque, less than an hour away by car, the airport terminal-a small, rather charming, old-fashioned pueblo-revival building-was quiet at night.
    He got out of his unit, walked through the terminal, with its viga ceiling, tile floor, and mission-style benches and chairs, and waited at the outside gate that led to the tarmac. The night air, still and cold, chilled his face, and a quarter moon shed enough light to kindle a shivery glow on the snow-covered ground beyond the runway.
    Kerney watched the corporate jet touch down and taxi to the terminal, thinking the chances were slim Terrell would remember him from their brief service together in Vietnam. He preferred it that way and had no intention of raising the old connection.
    The outside terminal lights were bright enough to give Kerney a good look at Terrell as he came down the ramp. He wore an expensive wool coat that covered a chunky frame. His face had a tanned, healthy color and his expression looked subdued. There didn't seem to be any sadness in his eyes, though. He came forward without any hint of recognition.
    For a man in his mid seventies Terrell appeared vigorous and lively. He carried a leather overnight bag.
    "Are you the police chief?" Terrell asked, barely slowing his pace as he approached.
    "Yes, I am, Ambassador."
    Terrell didn't stop moving. He nodded his head and pointed a gloved hand at the terminal entrance as a signal for Kerney to follow along.
    Kerney complied.
    "No press," Terrell observed as they passed through the empty terminal.
    "That's good. Where's your car?"
    Kerney guided Terrell to his unit and drove him away. On the road to town Terrell relaxed against the passenger seat, took off his gloves, and rubbed his face with large, heavy hands.
    "Tell me what happened," he said.
    "Your wife was stabbed once in the chest with a pair of scissors, probably by an intruder," Kerney said.
    "Have you caught the son of a bitch?" A touch of emotion colored his voice.
    "We're talking to Santiago Terjo about the crime."
    "That's a waste of time," Terrell said.
    "You think so?"
    Terrell