Chapter Sixty-Seven

A S SOON AS Pete's government-issue Tahoe rounded the corner and left the alleyway, Joseph was on the phone.

Nate answered on the first ring. "Hello."

"You're up late," Joseph said.

"I am."

"I've heard there's something pilots and, well, those in the military who need to stay awake at night take to remain alert. But it's not amphetamines. Is there something like that?"

'"There is."

"Can you get some of that for me?"

"Probably. Is there something I should be aware of?"

"Definitely. We've a bit of a, well, a bureaucratic bit of nonsense to sort out before tomorrow morning at 8:30. So, if your gents could get suits on and mosey over to my house with some of those no-sleep pills, I'd be most appreciative."

"Holt is outside your house right now. Does he need a suit?"

Joseph stepped to the window and looked outside.

"Holt says to stop looking out the window," Nate said.

Joseph dropped the drapes and walked back to the sofa.

"Yes he needs a suit, so, perhaps bring him one. We've got a fair amount of work to do," Joseph said. "So be prompt."

"Yessir," Nate said, and hung up.