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of there." Perhaps earlier, even. It hadn't happened lately but in the early years of their marriage,
Davy would get nightmares and end up hundreds of miles away, fleeing an illusionary danger, jumping
before he was fully awake. Unless they chain him. She decided not to mention this to Anders.

A deeply paranoid thought hit her. What if this interview is not about finding Davy, but
learning how to control him? Her next thought, also paranoid, brought up a different possibility.

She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again, licking suddenly dry lips. Finally she said,
"So, if Cox's unit is compromised, then I'm also in danger. Threatening me might be one way to
control him. Is that why you had them establish a perimeter? Do you expect the same people to come
after me?"

Anders waited a moment, frowning slightly. Finally, he just said, "Yes." She stared at him for a
moment, thinking it through. What she concluded frightened her very much.

"And you want them to. If you can catch them trying to take me, it's one way to find out who's
behind this."

His eyes widened and for a moment she thought she was wrong. Then she realized the surprise
wasn't about the idea of using her as bait. He was surprised that she'd figured it out so soon.

"I'm not stupid, Mr. Anders."
 His nod was respectful. "Obviously not. We hadn't planned on telling you that part."

She felt herself hunch down, her neck drawing down between her shoulders. "Doesn't matter. If
it stands a chance of leading us to Davy, we've got to try it."



Her last client canceled on her and she was able to go home at four-thirty but didn't actually
leave until five. Anders went over the route she would walk to her condo, then deployed his men
accordingly.

"I'd lose the suits if this is to go on. Your guys could pass for college jocks if they dressed right."

Anders smiled. "We're not amateurs, Mrs. Rice. The men in suits are not the only assets on site."

Ah, the inner perimeter. The outer perimeter was probably in place before Anders had ever
entered the office. She had to laugh. "Obviously not. But it is Harrison-Rice and I prefer Ms. To
Mrs."

"All right, Ms. Harrison-Rice." He bent his head to one side and covered his ear. He was
wearing an earplug now that snaked up his neck on a flesh-colored cord. "Right. My men are in
place."

Anders took a thin oblong, flesh-colored plastic case perhaps two inches long out of his coat
pocket. He did something to the side and it opened, revealing circuit board, lithium battery, and a
small slide switch that he moved before recovering it. He touched something inside his jacket and
spoke. "The locator is on—are you getting a signal?" The answer was apparently positive.