“I concur in that opinion,” Kate Lee interjected.

“So why are we here?” the speaker asked.

“Mr. Speaker,” Will said, “I didn’t want you to think that I was withholding information from you.”

The majority leader of the Senate raised his hand. “Question for Director Kinney,” he said. “Does this mean that we can expect Fay to resume killing people in Washington?”

“I am not ready to draw that conclusion,” Kinney replied.

“Do we have to wait until one of us is murdered before you draw that conclusion?” the majority leader asked.

“It appears that Mr. Fay has taken up residence somewhere in the New York City area,” Kinney said. “We believe he was responsible for the bombing of the Iranian townhouse in New York yesterday.”

“I hope you’re right,” the majority leader said.

Will spoke up again. “Another reason for this meeting is to offer you all additional security, should you feel you need it. I’m prepared to go back to the security level we maintained before Fay was thought dead, if that’s what you want.”

“The previous security level didn’t help the previous speaker much,” the speaker of the house said.

“What would you like me to do, Mr. Speaker? Call out the National Guard?”

The group emitted a low chuckle.

“It occurred to me,” the president said, “that some or all of you might feel that the appearance of additional security might be noticed and difficult to explain.”

“It wouldn’t be difficult to explain if you announced that Fay was still alive,” the speaker said.

“You’ve already heard the disadvantages of that,” Will replied. “However, if it’s the sense of this meeting that it is preferable to announce Fay’s resurrection, I’ll do so this morning. You can all come with me to the White House press room right now, and we’ll do it together. I’m sure the FBI will find a way to handle the resulting phone traffic.”

Nobody said anything for a long moment.

“No,” the speaker said, finally. “Perhaps it’s better to follow the director’s advice. Of course, Mr. Director, you’ve got confirmation hearings coming up, and it might reflect badly on you if that turns out to be the wrong advice.”

“I can only advise you to do what I think is best, Mr. Speaker,” Kinney said, “and not concern myself with the hearings.”

“Let the chips fall where they may?” the speaker asked, grinning.

“Yes, sir,” Kinney replied. “I expect I can find another job, if I have to.”

“Any questions, gentlemen?”

“You going to keep us posted, Mr. President?”

“I’m not going to issue bulletins, at least not until Fay is caught, but feel free to call either Bob Kinney or Kate Lee for an update, whenever you like. If that’s all, gentlemen?”

A lot of handshaking took place, and the group filed out, leaving Will alone with Kate and Kinney.

“Anything else, before we bring the others in for the security briefing?” he asked.

“Mr. President, there’s something I should mention,” Kinney said.

“Go ahead, Bob.”

“I was very surprised to learn that the CIA had in their computers templates of FBI I.D. cards and letterheads, allowing them to create convincing but bogus FBI agents and correspondence at will.”

Kate spoke up. “Bob, surely you can imagine that sometimes our field officers need to impersonate FBI personnel in order to further their work.”

“Quite frankly, Kate,” Kinney replied, “I can’t imagine that that would ever be necessary. However, should the need ever arise I think it would be best if you made a request for I.D.s directly to me, instead of printing your own.”

“Kate?” Will asked, when she hesitated.

“I would much prefer to keep things as they are,” Kate replied.

“Well, in that case, I’m sure you won’t mind furnishing us with templates of CIA I.D.s and letterheads, so that my agents can impersonate Agency personnel at will.”

Will was amused but tried not to show it. “Is that unreasonable, Kate?”

“All right, Bob, I’ll have the templates removed from our databases and destroyed, and I’ll come to you, if we need the I.D.s.”

“Thank you, Kate,” Kinney said, beaming.

HOLLY SAT AT HER LAPTOP at the desk in her room while Tyler Morrow looked over her shoulder.

“This is nuts,” Holly said.

“What do you mean, nuts?”

“There’s no way we can begin to cover opera in New York. You’ve got the Metropolitan and the New York City Operas, both at Lincoln Center, both running five days a week. What’s more, the same opera often plays more than one night during a week. Look at this: Carmen on Thursday night and Saturday night. Even if we knew that Teddy loved Carmen, which performance would we cover? And Carmen is on the following week, too. And we don’t know that Teddy loves Carmen. We can’t go to two operas five nights a week, either.”

“I see your point,” Morrow said. “After all, there are only two of us.”

“You don’t have to attend the opera to find out if Teddy does,” said a voice from the hallway.

Holly and Tyler turned to find Lance standing in the door.

“You just said that both the opera houses are at Lincoln Center. Why don’t you stake out both houses, one each, every night before the performance and watch the audiences go in? Look for men alone, fifty or older; Teddy is said to look at least ten years younger than his sixty-seven years.”

“Good idea,” Holly said, embarrassed that she hadn’t thought of that herself.

“And how about record stores specializing in opera?”

“I’ve spent half the morning going through those already,” Holly said, pleased to have anticipated him. “Most record stores carry opera, and the specialty stores don’t get much narrower than classical, which includes opera.”

“There’s a shop I visited once with a girl, years ago,” Lance said. “I can’t think of the name, but it’s something related to opera. It’s in the West Forties, between Fifth and Sixth Avenues, as I recall. Small place, but it had everything, even some quite obscure recordings. You might try that.”

“You can’t remember the name?” Holly asked.

“Do I have to think of everything?” Lance disappeared down the hall.

Holly went back to the laptop and had Google search for “opera record stores.” “Dammit,” she said, “I can’t get the search narrowed enough. It keeps giving me all kinds of record stores.”

Tyler opened Holly’s bottom desk drawer and took out the New York City Yellow Pages. “Let’s try the old-fashioned way,” he said.

“You do that. I’ll try Yahoo,” Holly said.

Tyler opened the Yellow Pages and flipped through a few pages. “How about this?” he said, pointing.

Holly followed his finger and saw a small ad:

ARIA

Opera, opera and more opera

LPs, CDs and DVDs

“It’s on West Forty-third Street, between Fifth and Sixth.”

“That took about a second,” Holly said, disgusted. “So much for computers.”

“We can’t go to Lincoln Center until tonight,” Tyler said. “Why don’t we go check out Aria?”

“Why not,” Holly said, grabbing her coat.

They took a cab to the corner of Fifth and 43rd, and got out and started down the block.

“Where are you from, Tyler?” Holly asked.

“Call me Ty.”

“Is that what folks back home call you?”

“No, nobody has ever called me anything but Tyler, and I’m sick of it.”

“Where are you from?” she asked again.

“Little town in Georgia, Delano, forty-five hundred people.”

“And they wouldn’t call you Ty?”

“Never. Just Tyler.”

“How old are you, Ty?”

“Thirty-one.”

“You look like twenty-one and dress like fifty-one.”

“You’re not the first to point that out.”

“The contrast is a little jarring.”

“Women usually say that.”

“You actually know women?”