He could’ve been ordering a pizza, for all I knew. CIA folks are like that – so secretive, it’s beyond hilarious.

“Have seats,” he said to Carol and me. So we did.

He examined my face a moment, then said, “I’m sorry to hear about Merritt.” He didn’t look real sorry, but then, why should he?

“Yeah, it’s an awful thing. He’s pretty beat-up, from what I hear.”

“He slipped into a coma about twenty minutes ago.”

“That sounds worse.”

His eyebrows did this tiny shrugging thing. “Well, they’ve got the internal bleeding under control. The coma aside, at least he’s not gonna bleed to death.”

“Since you seem so well-informed, you got any idea who did it?”

He bent forward and put his elbows on the table. “Drummond, there’s forty-six million people in the Republic of Korea. Rule out the ones in wheelchairs, the ones in hospital beds, and all the tots who’re too small to have lifted him and thrown him into the road. That gets your number of suspects down to a nice workable number. Say thirty-five million or so. Oh, and don’t forget the twenty-two million folks up in North Korea.”

“Well, Carlson thinks the South Korean government’s behind it.”

He did that eyebrow-shrugging thing again. “Ten years ago, maybe. But frankly, we don’t see much of that kind of shenanigans anymore. Not since they learned how to spell ‘democracy’ down here, anyway. I’m not saying they didn’t; I’m only saying you better be damned careful with your assumptions.”

“How about the guys up north?”

“Carol and I batted that back and forth, but frankly, we can’t see a fit.”

“But you don’t rule it out?”

“Nope. But like I said, we don’t see a good fit either.”

“So that leaves some anti-American South Korean group. Or maybe some pissed-off vigilantes who can’t get their hands on Whitehall, so they settled for one of his defenders.”

“That’s where I’d put my money. There’re probably plenty of both groups around. The problem for you is, are they done?”

“So you think we’re in physical danger?”

He stood up and walked over to the coffeepot. He poured himself a cup, but didn’t ask if I wanted one. That meant one of two things: He was either a rude bastard, or this meeting was on the cusp of being over.

“I don’t know what to tell ya.”

“How about telling me you’re going to protect us?”

He kept his back turned to me. He was done pouring his cup of coffee, so I wondered what was so damned interesting about the blank wall he was facing.

“That’s not our job,” he finally said. “But if it helps any, we’re watching you.”

“You’re watching us?” I stupidly asked. I mean, he’d just told me we were being watched. But why, if they didn’t intend to protect us?

“How else did you think Carol got to your hotel so fast? She was already in the parking lot.”

“If you were watching us, how come you didn’t see Merritt get tossed?”

He finally turned around and faced me. If I were to choose a metaphor to describe his facial cast, it was like a tiger studying some strange animal he’d never seen before and wondering if it was worth eating.

“Well, it’s only a skeleton crew, so it’s more haphazard than I’d like. He slipped away and we missed it. It would be much simpler if I could put someone in your office. Somehow, though, I don’t think you’ll let me do that.”

He was right. I couldn’t let him do that. Maybe he’d play it straight up and whoever he put inside our office would never whisper a word about how we were managing Whitehall’s defense. Then again, maybe not.

Then Carol explained, “I’ve got three people keeping an eye on you. But that’s all we can spare.”

And I said, “But there’s all us co-counsels, and there’s the legal aides, and then there’s twenty-four hours in a day, and your people have to sleep.”

“I can count, Major. Look at the bright side. My job just got a little easier. Yesterday there were five co-counsels. Today there’s only four.”

I angrily said, “Merritt’s not dead yet.”

“Okay.” She smiled. “Make it four and a half.”

I found that smile really unnerving. She might have nice eyes, but I’d just come to the unwelcome realization she was as coldhearted as a lizard. Maybe tomorrow somebody would toss me off the sixteenth floor of a high-rise, and she and Mercer would be trading high fives and talking about how much easier I’d just made their jobs.

I got all puffed up and said, “So that’s it? All you’re going to do is watch?”

“That’s all we’re gonna do,” Mercer blandly admitted. “Our hands are damn full watching the bad guys up north, not to mention trying to keep an eye on our South Korean friends down here. I don’t mean to sound cavalier, Drummond, but this Whitehall thing, it’s way outside our bailiwick.”

And here’s what bothered me about that. If we were way outside his bailiwick, why’d he already have a team of four people watching us?

And that’s the moment when I saw through all the odd glances and double-talk. No wonder Mercer had snuck up to my room in the dead of night. And no wonder Carol Kim and her goons were keeping an eye on us. As far as the CIA was concerned, Carlson and the rest of us were nothing more than expendable pawns in their big game.

It didn’t make a damn whether we lived or died. No, actually, that’s not right: It did make a damn. If somebody did bump off a couple of us, and North Korea did have a hand in it, and the CIA was there to watch it happen and be able to prove it – well, that would just be helpful as all get out. To them, anyway.

A few minutes later, Carol dropped me off under the overhang at the hotel entrance. She gave me that chilling smile and said, “Warn the others not to take any unnecessary risks. And stay together as much as you can.”

I very bitterly said, “Do I take it this represents an official warning?”

“That’s right,” she said. “This is your official warning.”

“You know what bothers me?”

“What bothers you?”

“I just can’t figure what a lawyer like you’s doing in the CIA.”

She looked me straight in the eye. “After three years of law school, I decided I didn’t want to practice law. I discovered I didn’t like lawyers.”

“Aha,” I said.

“Aha,” she frostily replied, then drove away.

I went back to my room, tugged another box out of the closet, then sat down to read what Captain Thomas Whitehall said to Chief Warrant Officer Michael Bales on the morning of May 3.

It began with the obligatory reading of rights, then the equally obligatory questions about name, assignment, etcetera. Whitehall waived his rights. He insisted that since he was innocent, he had nothing to hide. Dumb move there, I figured. An innocent man doesn’t protest he’s innocent until somebody accuses him. An innocent man naturally assumes everybody knows he’s guiltless.

Like a skilled interrogator, Bales then spent a few minutes loosening up Whitehall with the standard warm-up questions: where did he live, what was his job, how long had he been in Korea, blah, blah, blah. The real purpose was to get the suspect comfortable giving answers.

Then Bales asked, “Did you know the victim?”

“Yes.”

“How did you know him?”

“We met through a mutual friend. He was a Katusa, and we went shopping together a few times.”

“Were you friends?” Bales asked, and I guessed it was a perfectly innocuous question. At that stage Bales had no way of knowing the circumstances of the death, or about Whitehall’s sexual peccadillos.

“Not friends, no. Acquaintances, really. I didn’t know him well. It was nice having someone who knew Seoul, who could speak the language. He showed me some good places to shop and eat, and helped me bargain on prices with shopkeepers, that kind of thing.”

“What was he doing at your apartment?”

“I invited him.”

“For what purpose?”

“I was having a small party. I thought he might enjoy meeting other Americans.”