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“Oh come on, you have to be. Are you attending some sort of entertainment function? Is Bryan Cranston here? I’m a huge fan. Please tell me I’m right.”
    “I’m afraid it’s just a very dull but necessary political fund-raiser for a friend of mine. Congressional race.”
    Annabelle tried not to look disappointed.
    “Oh,” she said. “Politicians.”
    He smiled and handed her a card. “I know. Not as much juice as Bryan Cranston. But it’s a necessary evil. Maybe more evil than necessary in these days of paralyzed, do-nothing government. Anyway, here’s my card. Give me a call if you ever want to run for office.” He appreciatively eyed her long, slender figure. “Or if you just want to have a drink, for that matter.”
    She looked down at the card. When she looked up, Annabelle caught a breath. Heading into the elevator from what appeared to be a private entryway was Alex Ford. He was there along with the rest of the protection detail. She tried to catch his eye, but he was gone before he could see her.
    And when Annabelle saw the person they were guarding, she knew who the target was.
    She looked down at the card again and read off the name. When she looked up she had put on her most enticing, flirty smile.
    “Okay, I feel really bad, I mean really stupid, Bob.” She eyed him shyly. “I’ve never been to a political fund-raiser. I bet it’s not as boring as you say it is.”
    Bob looked amused. “I could lie and say you’re right, but I’m too nice to do that to a beautiful lady like yourself. What’s your name?”
    “Annabelle.”
    “Annabelle? Wow, don’t hear that name much anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I like it,” he added when her face formed a pouty look.
    He eyed the reception desk. “Well, I was supposed to come with a guest and she couldn’t make it, which leaves me one body short. You want to sub in? My treat.”
    The pout turned to a smile. “That would be so cool.”
    He looked at her tight black slacks. “Not packing heat, are you? The Secret Service frowns on that.”
    She slowly slid her hand along her thigh. “I doubt I have room. What do you think, Bob?”
    Bob gave a little shiver and laughed. “Sold! Let’s go. Now, I’ll need to talk you into this thing. Everybody had to be vetted beforehand, Social Security numbers and everything. But I wrote a big fat check for this guy and he owes me, so let’s go pull a Salahi.”
    They walked over to the reception desk.
    Annabelle glanced back at the others. She caught Harry’s eye. He confirmed with a nod that they all had seen what she had.
    The target had just gone up in the elevator.
    It was the vice president of the United States.
    And apparently somebody wanted to do him harm.
    Today.

CHAPTER 7
    The sounds of the tools being used stopped.
    Robie looked at Stone. “Think they’re done?”
    “Possibly but we need some more information to make sure of what’s really going on here.”
    They walked over to the two female tellers who sat on the floor tethered together. Stone and Robie knelt down beside them.
    Stone said, “Have you worked for the bank long?”
    One of the tellers, the younger woman, said, “About three years.”
    The other woman, in her forties, said, “I’ve been here ten. And I’m scared to death. We’ve never had even a hint of a robbery before.”
    Stone put a calming hand on her shoulder. “It’ll be okay.”
    The woman looked up into Stone’s steady, calm eyes and relaxed noticeably. Stone looked like a rock-hard pilot steadying a passenger’s nerves while they flew through a storm.
    “Thank you for saying that,” she replied.
    Stone looked at the door leading into the room and then at the room itself. “Every time I’ve come here I’ve noticed that the configuration of the lobby is very irregular. And there’s a large pop-out on the wall over there where you lost more space. And it goes all the way into the lobby.”
    Robie glanced at him and then at the pop-out. “There’s a