DINO ARRIVED WHILE Stone and Teddy were enjoying coffee and pastries.
“So, this is the man who’s been causing all the trouble,” Dino said. “Do you want me to put him under arrest?”
“I wish you would,” Stone said. “He’s been trying to blackmail me into taking him to Paris.”
“‘Blackmail’?” Teddy said. “I think that’s a little harsh.”
“He said if I wouldn’t take him, he’d turn me in for conspiracy to smuggle arms into the country.”
Dino nodded. “Makes sense to me. I guess you’d better go.” He sized Teddy up. “And just who might this be?”
“I don’t know,” Stone said. “I was just trying to figure that out myself. Who are you?”
Teddy shrugged. “I haven’t really thought that far ahead.”
“Then why the disguise?”
“I figured the opposition would be waiting for me when I landed, so I changed my appearance.”
“And your name?”
Teddy smiled. “I hadn’t thought of a name. It’s not like you have to show ID to get off the plane. I just had to look different. Now I don’t know if I should stay with this guise, or switch back to the tried and true.”
Dino considers. “Hmm. Young, dumb, and ugly. A good look for you.”
“That does it. I’m going with him.” Teddy handed Dino his cell phone. “Would you mind taking a photo? I assume Joan has a color printer.”
Teddy stood up against a bare wall and Dino snapped a picture.
Teddy held it up for Stone.
“That should do.” Stone pressed the intercom. “Joan, I’m sending you a photo. I need six color copies, passport size. Thanks.”
“Right away,” Joan said.
“So what’s this all about?” Dino said. “I’ve been pumping Stone for information, and he doesn’t know anything.”
“I didn’t want to talk on the phone,” Teddy said. “I was afraid my phone might be compromised. Turns out I was justified. Yesterday I got a phone call from Lance Cabot.”
Dino raised his eyebrows. “Lance Cabot, the director of the CIA? Lance Cabot, who put you on the top of his Most Wanted list and turned the bureau upside down trying to catch you?”
“The very one.”
“I thought he subscribed to the theory that you were dead.”
“That’s a folk myth. He might have wished it, but he never really bought it.”
“Then out of the blue he calls you up and says he knows who you are?”
“Actually, my name was never mentioned. He called me Billy Barnett.”
“He implied he knew who Billy Barnett was?”
“He more than implied it—he acted on that assumption. He told me there’s a mole in the CIA station in Paris, and he wants me to remove it.”
“Why would there be a mole in Paris?”
“He has no idea. But the fact that there might be is cause for alarm. Enough for him to admit my existence.”
“You say he called yesterday?” Dino asked.
“Yes.”
“And people are already trying to kill you?”
“Yes. His phone must be tapped. It has to be a little embarrassing for the head of the CIA.”
“Did you tell him?”
“Well, I can’t call him. But don’t worry, I’m taking care of it.”