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down.
    “Honest.”
    Mac and Lich walked out of the manager’s office. There wasn’t a car parked in the vicinity of the victim’s room.
    “So where’s the car?” Lich asked.
    “We have two things to track down, our victim and his car,” Mac said, scribbling down some to do’s. “I’m going to call Delta and see if Bob Smith is really Jason Stroudt. From there, maybe we can track the car.”
    * * *
    Heath Connolly stood off to the side of the dais reading e-mails from his campaign staff while Vice President Wellesley delivered his second speech of the day in Cincinnati. The campaign manager tried to focus on the flurry of e-mail clogging his smart phone. One e-mail wanted approval of Friday and Saturday’s travel schedule. Another e-mail inquired about Connolly’s availability to appear on the Sunday morning political shows and
This Week
was making a particular push which made Connolly wince. He always tried to avoid
This Week
, if for no other reason than the Washington Post’s George Will always seemed to twist him in knots. Another e-mail provided him with an update on Super PAC advertising in Iowa, Wisconsin, Virginia and Ohio, the key battleground states. However, he was having trouble focusing, the hairy events of the night before still fresh and swirling around in his mind.
    He’d held many a late night meeting at Hitch’s place in the past without a problem and it had seemed like a completely safe and out of the way place for last night’s meeting to see the demonstration of The Plan in its ultimate form. Unfortunately, that demonstration was delayed several hours and only then provided in the hanger at the airport in Princeton, Kentucky, once completely secured. From what Connolly had seen, the plan would work. He just needed to keep the election tight and the plan from being exposed.
    The former was looking easier than the latter when there was a buzz in his left suit pant pocket.
    He casually put his campaign phone inside the breast pocket for his suit coat and reached into his left pant pocket and pulled out his other phone, which displayed a new text message. The message read: ‘One down, one to go.’
    Connolly casually elbowed Donald Wellesley Jr. standing just to his right and handed him the phone. Wellesley Jr. knew fully the events of the night before even though he’d not attended them. He handed the phone back to Connolly and whispered, “Any idea where they are on the other?”
    “No.”
    “Breathe easy, Heath,” Wellesley said casually. “It’s only a matter of time before Kristoff and his merry band of men track him down and then this thing will be in the bag, like it always should have been.”
    Connolly snorted, “I won’t breathe easy until this is over.”
    “Fine,” Wellesley replied nonplused, “but we keep the pressure on in Iowa, Wisconsin and Virginia and we’re golden, my friend. Thomson won’t know what hit him.”
    * * *
    Kristoff watched the scene unfold at The Snelling from across Snelling Avenue, sitting in a black Chrysler minivan. To his right was his long-time friend and business partner Francois Foche. Both were taking in the murder scene of Jason Stroudt with binoculars.
    Once again they were cleaning up a mess. They’d cleaned one up in Milwaukee last night only to get the call that they had a new one requiring their attention.
    Jason Stroudt was one half of their problem, which meant that one half of their newest problem was now solved. Stroudt, and his partner, somehow knew about the meeting at Hitch’s cabin. In the chase through the woods from Hitch’s cabin, one man managed to get a partial plate on a Ford Taurus as it sped away. The partial plate led to Stroudt.
    Kristoff and Foche tracked Stroudt to the Twin Cities via his credit card and flight. They’d tracked him from the airport to The Snelling. The rest, while not hard, was constructed on the fly. In his experience, when you had to make such a move on the fly, something invariably