FINDING THE SECOND WITNESS was almost as easy as finding the first. There were only two people Larch worried about. They had both seen him as they walked out of the hotel elevator. One was clearly the hotel manager, judging from the uniform. The other was most likely the ten o’ clock appointment. He had all but made it to the stairs beside the elevator when the men appeared. Forrestal had not said whom he was supposed to meet. So Larch had searched for any clue and found a day planner.
Larch took a cab to his hotel near a cluster of factory outlet stores in Dartmouth. It provided the greatest number of escape-route options, with access to two highways and a direct path to the airport. His room faced a side alley where no prying eyes could see. He shut the door and emptied his briefcase. Forrestal’s day planner tumbled onto the thin mattress. The pages had all of the necessary details. He thought it ironic that the scion of Canadian high-technology start-ups would record his appointments by hand.
Larch flipped through the pages until he saw what he was looking for.
Tuesday. 10 a.m. D. Ritter. Connaught Land.
It was too easy.
Now he had the identities of his two targets. And more than two days to complete the job. More than enough time.