anyway?â
âItâs kinda like Presidentsâ Day, but it happens three times a year,â Jo explained. âSandra told us non-Brit translators all about it.â She sighed. âListen, change of subject. I told a huge lie today, and Iâm really worried I messed up.â
âWhat about?â Caylin asked, pausing in the doorway.
âShe told Jonathon she spoke Arabic,â Theresa said. âI told her it was no biggie.â
âWell, he asked , and I said I did just in case it had something to do with the disc,â Jo admitted, stomach clenching.
âYou were improvising , not screwing up,â Caylin told her. âGive me a break. You had the chance of a lifetime and you took it. Iâd have done the same thing.â
âYeah, I guess itâs not so bad,â Jo lied. She smiled confidently, but inside she was all butterflies. âBut now I hope I donât get to make good on it. If I have to get wired to a translator, Iâll scream. Those stupid things are so itchy, and Iâd have to wear a baggy blazer to hide it.â She shivered. âIf it ainât tight, it ainât rightâthatâs my motto.â
Theresa laughed. âHey, hurry up and get changed, Cay. I got an e-mail from Uncle Sam, and weâre supposed to check in tonight. Something about a new assignment.â
âWell, do I have a story for him,â Caylin called, voice slightly muffled. âAnd maybe he has a story or two for us about Devarouxâs date book. Iâll be out in two shakes.â
As soon as she returned to the living room in a sweatshirt and jeans Caylin dialed Uncle Sam. Joâs anxiety mounted with each digit she punched.
âHello, ladies,â Uncle Sam said, a Will Smith poster hanging in place of his silhouette.
Jo laughed in spite of herself. âWhoa, Sam, cuttinâ loose!â
âI always suspected you were a Man in Black,â Theresa joked.
âOkay, okayâso heâs gettinâ jiggy witâ it,â Caylin said impatiently. âListen, something weird happened today.â
âWhat is it?â Uncle Sam asked.
âJonathon was completely rude to me,â she said. âThis, after he was so sweet to me yesterday. The bugs are all copacetic, but still, I think he may be onto me or something.â
âDonât jump to conclusions,â Uncle Sam suggested. âAnyone else have any contact with him today?â
Jo nodded, taking a deep breath. âWell, he came in and introduced himself, then asked usâthe translatorsâif we spoke Arabic. Then I, uh, told him I did, even though I donât. I just didnât know what else to do.â She paused, feeling sick to her stomach. âI meanâI donât speak Arabic, obviously, but what if this is the key that we need?â
âDonât worry,â he said after a beat, instantly alleviating Joâs tension. âYou did the right thing. We could easily cover you when the time comes. But he wasnât rude or upset when he came into the translation office?â
âQuite the contrary, really,â Jo said in relief. âAll smiles.â
âWell, how about you, Theresa?â Uncle Sam asked. âAnything?â
She shook her head. âNot a thing. I guess Friday is a slow day on the phones. I have absolutely nothing to report. Not even a call from Alfred.â
âThatâs okay,â Uncle Sam said. âYouâll have lots to do next week after the holiday. Caylin, Iâd like you to plantsome bugs in the Nicholsonsâ offices on Tuesdayâthose will be ready at the hotel desk Monday afternoon in a faux tube of toothpaste.â
âCheck,â Caylin croaked out. She sounded almost bored by the idea. âHey, was there any word on Devarouxâs date book?â
âClean as a whistle,â Uncle Sam replied. âNothing that appears to be of any