Mastana gathered her thoughts before answering. “This mission showed me how easy it is for evil to flourish. For every evil person, there should be a good one trying to stop them. The world will not be safer if we stand by and do nothing.”
Vega seemed satisfied with the answer. “I’ll be staying in touch with you, young lady.”
Mastana cracked a smile. “You had better talk to my mother first. She is not happy about all of the danger I was in.”
“Amen to that,” said David. “I’m already in the doghouse as it is.”
“I’ll do that,” said Vega with a chuckle. He turned to Alton. “I’ll need your written report by Monday.”
“Ug, really?” said Alton. “As if I don’t have enough Kruptos work to catch up on.”
“Your country calls,” said Vega. “It wants you to fill out more paperwork.”
Mallory laughed, nearly squirting her sip of coffee out the corners of her mouth.
“Okay,” said Alton, grinning despite himself. “Monday it is. But it’ll be an executive summary, not a novel.”
The meeting broke up, and the participants began to file out of the room.
Alton held open the door so Silva could pass through on her crutches. “Well, Silva, you take care.”
“You, too,” she replied. After passing through the door, she looked back, the corners of her mouth tugging upwards. “I hope we get a chance to work together again sometime.”
CHAPTER 90
That evening, the Blackwells prepared to celebrate the conclusion of their case with a candlelight dinner at Gadsby’s Tavern, one of their favorite Washingtonian eateries.
Mallory used a slower, more deliberate approach when changing into a dress for the occasion. Her flak jacket had stopped the EG’s slug but had left her tender.
“You still sore?” asked Alton.
“Yeah.” She turned to show mottled green and purple bruising on her ribcage. “I don’t think I’ll be jogging for a few more days.”
“I’m glad it wasn’t worse,” said Alton, shuddering at the thought of how events might have played out. “Now let’s go eat.”
At dinner, the couple sat adjacent to a floor-to-ceiling window adorned with white trim. A patchwork of constellations twinkled in the night sky. Alton could scarcely believe he and Mallory had gazed upon the five bright stars forming the famous Southern Cross a mere three days ago. Already, the experience had taken on a dreamlike quality.
“Are you surprised about Vega’s interest in Mastana?” asked Mallory.
“Not really. Part of his job is recruiting, like he did with us. If I saw someone of Mastana’s potential, I’d take an interest in bringing her into my organization, too.”
“I’m not sure Fahima will go for that.”
“True,” said Alton, “but at some point, that decision will be out of her hands.”
“Speaking of Mastana, did you know she and Kevin have taken to talking on Facetime?”
“Really? No, I didn’t know that.”
“Yeah, every night, from what I understand.” Mallory cracked a knowing smile.
“What’s Kevin doing now, anyway?” asked Alton. “Did DTI keep him as a guard at their Alice Springs facility?”
“According to Mastana, they offered, but Kevin wasn’t interested. He was just accepted as a Northern Territory police recruit.”
“Maybe the excitement of our mission juiced him up for something more interesting than being a guard, huh?”
“Could be,” said Mallory. “Mastana seems pretty happy about it. And if anyone would understand her interest in joining the NSA, Kevin would. It kind of makes you wonder where that relationship will end up.”
“I’m no good at those kinds of predictions,” said Alton. “But I do know where our evening will end up.”
“What do you mean?”
“I have a little surprise planned. I’ll take you there as soon as we finish dinner.”
Alton turned his Explorer into an older neighborhood, where quiet lanes crisscrossed rolling hills. He pulled to a stop in front of a white, colonial house. A thick lawn, now browning in the October chill, bordered a tidy row of burgundy euonymus shrubs fronting large, glass windows. A single electric light, fashioned in the manner of a gas lamp, cast its glow onto the driveway and sidewalk.
“It doesn’t look like anyone’s home,” said Mallory, squinting at the dark windows. “Should we come back?”
“We’re already here. Let’s just double-check.”
They walked up a paver-stone path to the front door. Mallory rang the bell and waited. No one came, even after a round of knocking.
“See, I told you,” said Mallory.
“Wait,” said Alton with a grin. “What’s this I have in my pocket? Is it…? I think it is…a key.” He inserted the key into the deadbolt lock and held the door open for his incredulous wife.
“Alton, what’s going on?”
“Just come with me.” He flipped a switch. Bright lights from a cheerful chandelier illuminated a front passage of oak boards. Nearby, a wrought-iron railing bordered matching wooden stairs.
Alton traveled down the oak hallway and switched on recessed lighting in the kitchen and den. The latter room contained an enormous, stack-stone fireplace with a sprawling mantle.
Trailing behind her husband, Mallory entered the great room and looked around in silence.
“What do you think?” asked Alton.
“What do you mean, what do I think?”
“Do you like the fireplace?”
“Of course. It’s gorgeous.”
“Let me show you the rest of the place.”
They wandered through cozy bedrooms and a study with cherrywood bookshelves build into the wall. A pleasing view of a fenced backyard could be discerned from the faint glow of starlight. After passing through a first-floor dining room, they returned to the kitchen.
“I still don’t get what this is all about,” said Mallory. “Are we looking after this place for a friend?”
“Hold out your hand,” said Alton.
She did, and Alton dropped the key into it. “I’ve put a down payment on it, but we can get it back if you don’t like it.”
“You’ve…are you kidding? No, it’s perfect. It’s everything I’ve always wanted in our own place.”
“I know. We’ve talked about it for so long, I thought I should be able to get it right.”
“I think you may have just topped the surprise honeymoon,” said Mallory, her mouth agape.
She moved to the fireplace and ran a hand across the mantle. “We can put our wedding photo right here, in the middle. And over to the left is a perfect spot for a picture of my parents. And on the right we can put one of your mom and sisters.” Her face lit up with excitement.
And for the first time, the house no longer seemed a mere construct of walls and floors and windows. It felt like home.
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Table of Contents
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 41
CHAPTER 42
CHAPTER 43
CHAPTER 44
CHAPTER 45
CHAPTER 46
CHAPTER 47
CHAPTER 48
CHAPTER 49
CHAPTER 50
CHAPTER 51
CHAPTER 52
CHAPTER 53
CHAPTER 54
CHAPTER 55
CHAPTER 56
CHAPTER 57
CHAPTER 58
CHAPTER 59
CHAPTER 60
CHAPTER 61
CHAPTER 62
CHAPTER 63
CHAPTER 64
CHAPTER 65
CHAPTER 66
CHAPTER 67
CHAPTER 68
CHAPTER 69
CHAPTER 70
CHAPTER 71
CHAPTER 72
CHAPTER 73
CHAPTER 74
CHAPTER 75
CHAPTER 76
CHAPTER 77
CHAPTER 78
CHAPTER 79
CHAPTER 80
CHAPTER 81
CHAPTER 82
CHAPTER 83
CHAPTER 84
CHAPTER 85
CHAPTER 86
CHAPTER 87
CHAPTER 88
CHAPTER 89
CHAPTER 90
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