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a phone call from a political ally of mine in Colorado mentioning my name and telling you that with my background you should get in touch with me. You rejected the approach, believing it was just another politician trying to make mileage out of the State Department—that shouldn’t be difficult for you.” Kendrick pulled out a notepad from his jacket pocket and reached over, picking up Swann’s pencil. “Here’s the address of my attorney in Washington. Have a copy delivered to him by messenger before I get on the plane at Andrews. When he tells me it’s there, I’ll get on board.”
    “Our mutual objective here is so clear and so clean I should be congratulating myself,” said Swann. “So why don’t I? Why do I keep thinking there’s something you’re not telling me?”
    “Because you’re suspicious by nature and profession. You wouldn’t be in that chair if you weren’t.”
    “This secrecy you’re so insistent on—”
    “Apparently so are you,” Kendrick broke in.
    “I’ve given you my reason. There are two hundred thirty-six people out there. We’re not about to give anyone an excuse to pull a trigger. You, on the other hand, if you don’t get killed, have a lot to gain. What’s
your
reason for this secrecy?”
    “Not much different from yours,” said the visitor. “I made a great many friends throughout the whole area. I’ve kept up with a lot of them; we correspond; they visit me frequently—our associations are no secret. If my name surfaced, some zealots might consider
jaremat thaár
.”
    “Penalty for friendship,” translated Swann.
    “The climate’s right for it,” added Kendrick.
    “I suppose that’s good enough,” said the deputy director without much conviction. “When do you want to leave?”
    “As soon as possible. There’s nothing to straighten out here. I’ll grab a cab, go home and change clothes—”
    “No cabs, Congressman. From here on until you get to Masqat you’re listed as a government liaison under an available cover and flying military transport. You’re under wraps.” Swann reached for his phone. “You’ll be escorted down to the ramp where an unmarked car will drive you home and then on to Andrews. For the next twelve hours you’re government property, and you’ll do what we tell you to do.”
    Evan Kendrick sat in the backseat of the unmarked State Department car staring out the window at the lush foliage along the Potomac. Soon the driver would veer to the left and enter a long wooded corridor of Virginia greenery five minutes from his house. His isolated house, he reflected, his very lonely house, despite a live-in couple who were old friends and the discreet, though not excessive, procession of graceful women who shared his bed, also friends.
    Four years and nothing permanent. Permanency for him was half a world away where nothing was permanent but the constant necessity of moving from one job to the next, finding the best quarters available for everyone, and making sure that tutors were available for his partners’ children—children he wished attimes were his; specific children, of course. But for him there had never been time for marriage and children; ideas were his wives, projects his offspring. Perhaps this was why he had been the leader; he had no domestic distractions. The women he made love to were mostly driven like himself. Again, like himself, they sought the temporary exhilaration, even the comfort, of brief affairs, but the operative word was ‘temporary.’ And then in those wonderful years there was the excitement and the laughter, the hours of fear and the moments of elation when a project’s results exceeded their expectations. They were building an empire—a small one, to be sure—but it would grow, and in time, as Weingrass insisted, the children of the Kendrick Group would go to the best schools in Switzerland, only a few hours away by air. “They’ll become a boardroom of international menschen!” Manny had