door.
âDoes the president really come to places like this for clambakes?â
Karen spread her hands. âHe likes to eat, and heâs impulsive about where and when he does it. It drives security crazy, but thatâs the way he is.â
âSo he might really come?â
âHe has a tight schedule, so he may not be able to make it. But then again, heâs supposedly on vacation, so he might. Heâs the president of the United States, remember. He doesnât have to eat broccoli if he doesnât want to, and if he decides to accept your invitation to have clams here, I donât know whoâs going to tell him he canât, especially since he has to head back to Washington the next day.â
âHeâll come,â said Debby. âWhen do we go clamming tomorrow?â
âEarly afternoon. Low tide. Make sure you bring the twins. I need their muscle.â
I stepped back, and Karen drove away.
About a half hour past midnight, Zee came home. She was surprised to find me still up, and said so.
We sat on the porch and I told her about Burt Phillips and what had happened since his death.
âIâm glad Debbyâs up at John and Mattieâs place,â said Zee. âBut maybe weâd better send her back to her parents tomorrow. I donât like all this stuff. If somebodyâs after her, sheâll be safer there than here.â
Iâd been thinking about that very issue, and surely so had Walt Pomerlieu, Jake Spitz, and the rest of the security people. But Cricket was still here, supposedly, instead of at the compound. It was a curiosity.
âBesides,â said Zee, putting a hand on my thigh, âI donât like us being in the line of fire, if there is a line of fire. I donât want us to be two of those innocent civilians who get shot by mistake.â
âMaybe weâre not in as much danger as we think we are,â I said.
âHow could that be? There are dozens of agents there, and only Karen here.â
âYeah, but how many people know that Debbyâs here and not there? Iâll bet that only a handful of people know where she is, and that thatâs her security. If nobody knows where she is, sheâs safer than if they do.â
âAnd thatâs why you let her go stay with the twins. But who are they hiding her from? And what about Burt Phillips? He must have had some reason for watching our place. Did he know she was here? And if he knew, who else knows? And who killed him? And why? I donât like any of it. I really think she should probably go back to the compound. I donât want to be responsible for her safety.â
âI donât know who killed Burt Phillips or why, but I can think of one reason why Walt Pomerlieu might think Debbyâs safer here than at the compound.â
âYou mean a traitor.â
âOne personâs traitor is another personâs hero,â I said. âAll Iâm saying is that what with this Burt Phillips business and all, common sense says to send Debby back to the compound. But that hasnât happened, and the only reason I can think of for that decision is that Walt thinks thereâs somebody there whoâs a threat to her.â
âBut whoâd want to hurt Cricket?â
Zee, ever the healer, had a hard time imagining evil intent. I had less trouble.
âOn the bright side of things,â I said, âthe presidentand his wife may be coming for clams on Sunday. Debby invited them, and I said it was okay.â
âYou did! My gosh! I have to wash my hair!â Her hands flew up to her head, and she stared into space the way she does when sheâs thinking. âWeâll have to clean the house, and mow the lawn, and do the flower beds so they donât look so scraggly. I should call Manny Fonseca and cancel tomorrow morningâs shooting down at the club, so Iâll have time to get this place looking good.