to
believe that the woman I’m looking for is at, or has been at, the Floresta.
So I’m staking it out.” I paused. “So what are you doing here, Agent
Eichhorn?”
He was silent for a moment, then
said, “Yes, we have an interest in the Floresta. I can’t tell you the
nature of that interest for reasons of national security.”
Maybe he was telling the truth,
Maybe he wasn’t.
The FBI was a federal agency, and
wasn’t directly under the Vees. The federal government had departments and
agencies. The Vees had administrative areas, and everything ran through the
Governor General or the Area Governors.
It didn’t mean that the federal
government in general and the FBI in particular didn’t work with the Vees.
They did. I don’t believe they had a choice in the matter. But when it came
to matters of national security, it was unlikely that the FBI would be the
lead agency. Or even involved. Vees liked to keep the big things in-house.
And when you’ve got a whole world that hates and fears you, national
security is one of the bigger things.
So maybe Agent Eichhorn and his
buddies weren’t FBI at all. IDs or not. The only thing I was pretty sure of
was that they were human. It was cold in that apartment, and they were
dressed appropriately. If they were Vees, they wouldn’t care about the
cold.
“All right,” I said. “You need to
watch the Floresta for national security reasons. I need to watch it for my
own reasons. How about we join forces? You get an extra pair of eyes, I
stop peeing in a mayonnaise jar.”
He shook his head. “Not
possible.”
“Then what do you suggest?” I
asked.
“You get in your car and you
leave,” he said. “Take off, and don’t come back.” He paused. “And that’s
not a suggestion.”
FBI or not, I wasn’t going to win
this one. They had the numbers and maybe they had the authority. I’m not
the smartest guy, but I know not to double down on a losing
hand.
“All right,” I said. “I’m certainly
willing to cooperate with the FBI. But how about you show me a little
cooperation as well. I’m looking for a woman. Around 30 years of age. Short
blond hair. Have you seen her going in or out of the Floresta?”
“No,” Eichhorn said quickly. “We
haven’t seen anyone matching that description in the vicinity of the
Floresta, and we’ve been on-site for three days.” He paused. “It sounds
like your information is wrong, Mr. Welles. Your woman doesn’t seem to be
there.”
Interesting. I hadn’t expected a
straight answer. I figured he’d blow me off. Instead he’d answered my
question. With a lie. And a poorly-told lie at that.
Eichhorn was too quick with his
reply. In his place, I would have taken my time answering. Maybe consult
with the other two agents, if they were agents. Make a show of trying to
help. And only then suggest that maybe Schleu wasn’t there.
But Eichhorn was too anxious to get
rid of me and make sure I didn’t come back. And in his hurry to send me on
my way, he’d told me what I wanted to know. They were aware of Katarina
Schleu. And they’d seen her around the Floresta.
“Okay,” I said, making sure I
slipped a little disappointment in my voice. Best if Eichhorn believed his
wave-off had been successful. “Guess I’ll go back to the office and figure
out what’s next.”
“Yeah, it’s a tough business,”
Eichhorn said. “Good luck. Hope you find who you’re looking
for.”
That remained to be seen. But I
hadn’t been lying. I did need to figure out what was next.
Eichhorn held out his hand and I
shook it. There was warmth there, even in the cold room. He was indeed
human. “Thanks for your cooperation, Mr. Welles.”
“My pleasure,” I said. “So, I just
go back to my Jeep and take off?”
He checked his watch. “They’ll be
changing shifts in about eight minutes,” he said. “Be in your car when it
happens. When they’re distracted with the