Not the Fort.

 

He had to smile. This was a line he had given her when they had been working

together on his brother’s case. He had called her “Fort Knox” because she seemed

impenetrable. This was her way of confirming her identity.

 

But still, it could be a trap.

 

The Vice President’s warning came back to him.

 

Don’t trust anybody.

 

Knox was in the clandestine world. Puller had found they were the toughest

people of all to trust, because it seemed they could never, ever tell you the

complete truth.

 

But Knox had risked her life to save his several times. She had helped to clear

his brother and been nearly killed in the process.

 

He kept his M11 out and checked his watch. His musings had burned five minutes

of the ten.

 

He went to the window that looked out on the front parking lot.

 

Dawn had come and it was light enough to see clearly.