She knew, unfortunately, just what those words referred to.
CHAPTER 71
JANE HAD FIGURED IT OUT. She was on her way to Georgetown, to eat at her favorite French restaurant just off M Street on Wisconsin. She was going with her brother, Tuck, and two other friends. And the usual Secret Service detail. The advance team had already gone over every inch of the restaurant. Then an overlap squad had been deployed to babysit the space until the First Lady and her guests arrived to make sure no terrorist, nutcase, or local bomber could take up residence in the interim and wait for his target to arrive.
The plan to eat here had been hastily arranged, because the First Lady had decided to go at the last minute. Because of that the Secret Service had had to really scramble to do their job, but they were used to it. Particularly lately, with Jane Cox, who had been all over the map schedule-wise since her niece had been taken.
The meal was served, the wine was drunk, and every so often Jane would snatch a look at her watch. Tuck was oblivious to this. He was too focused on his own problems to notice much else. Jane had chosen the other two guests solely based on their inability to observe anything that was outside the realm of power politics. After the perfunctory discussion regarding what had happened to Tuck’s family, they chatted on aimlessly about this senator and that congresswoman, about the state of the election, and the latest polls. Jane just nodded through it all and gave them enough feedback to encourage them to keep going.
And she kept checking her watch.
She had not selected this establishment solely on its excellent menu and wine list. There was another reason.
At five minutes to eleven she signaled her detail chief over at a corner table. He spoke into his wrist radio. A female agent raced to the ladies’ room. She checked to make sure it was clear, gave the all-okay signal, then stood in front of the door barring entry by other female patrons no matter how much in distress their bladders or bowels might be.
The First Lady entered the ladies’ room at two minutes to eleven and went directly to the back and stared at it.
This was why she had come here. It was the only restaurant that she knew of that still had a working pay phone in the ladies’ room.
She had a prepaid phone card. She wanted no credit card record of this call. She dialed the number from memory.
It rang once. Twice. Then someone answered. She braced herself.
“Hello?” the man’s voice said.
“It’s Jane Cox,” she said as clearly as she could.
Sam Quarry sat in his library at Atlee, a fire roaring in the fireplace. He would get the damn poker good and hot tonight. He was using a cloned cell phone that Daryl had bought off a guy he knew that specialized in that line of business, meaning illegal and untraceable.
He swallowed a sip of his favorite local moonshine. In front of him were photos of Tippi and his wife. The scene was all set. It had been years in the planning. Now it was finally here.
“I know it is,” he said slowly. “You’re right on time.”
“What do you want?” she said sharply. “If you’ve hurt Willa—”
He cut her off. “I know you probably got a zillion people all around wondering where you got to, so let me do the talking and we can get this done.”
“All right.”
“Your niece is fine. I’ve got her mother with me too.”
Jane said sharply, “Her mother is dead. You killed her.”
“I meant her real mother. You knew her as Diane Wright. She goes by Diane Wohl now. She got married, moved, and started over. Didn’t know if you knew that. Or if you even cared.”
Jane stood there in the ladies’ room holding the phone feeling like she had been shot directly in the head. She put her hand out against the tiled wall to steady herself.
“I don’t know what—”
He cut her off again. “I’m going to tell you what you’re going to have to do if you want to see Willa again in any way other than a corpse.”
“How do I even know you have her?”
“Just listen up then.”
Quarry pulled out a recorder and turned it on, holding it next to the phone. When he’d visited both Willa and Diane he’d had the recorder with him and had secretly taped them.
“Willa first,” he said. Willa’s voice came across clearly as she was talking to Quarry about why he had kidnapped her.