The 22nd Secret (19 page)

“This
i
s M
i
ke
Tu
r
n
e
r.”

“
Tu
r
n
e
r, this
i
s Dir
e
c
tor
S
tanl
e
y
. Do
y
ou
r
e
c
o
g
ni
z
e
m
y
voi
c
e
?
”

“Y
e
s, sir,”
h
e
w
a
s obvio
u
s
l
y
pl
a
y
i
n
g
it
sa
fe
.

“
You know
a
n
y
th
i
n
g
a
b
o
ut
t
he
C
a
ss
i
oppi p
l
a
ne
c
r
a
sh
?
”

“
W
e
g
ot a bulletin on
i
t
j
ust
t
his
m
o
r
nin
g
.
I
’ve
a
s
s
i
g
n
e
d
a
man to the inv
e
s
t
i
g
a
t
i
on but with
t
he
storm and
a
ll
we
h
a
v
e
n
’
t had
a
c
h
a
n
c
e
to
–
”

“
Good.
S
top wh
a
tev
e
r
y
o
u
’r
e
doi
n
g
on th
i
s c
a
s
e
.
I
’
m assi
g
ni
n
g
a
sp
e
c
ial
C
IA
a
g
e
nt
t
o the
ca
s
e
.
H
e
’ll be
usi
n
g
a
n
F
BI
c
o
v
e
r.
H
is na
m
e
is Tom
W
a
lke
r
. H
e
’ll be
c
on
t
a
c
t
i
ng
y
ou tod
a
y
. You
a
nd
y
o
u
r o
f
fi
c
e must
be
put at his
c
omp
l
e
te disposal.
W
h
a
tev
e
r he
n
ee
ds,
y
ou do it
without qu
e
st
i
on.
I
s that c
l
ea
r?
W
i
t
hout questio
n
.”

“
Y
e
s, sir.”

“
I
’ll be
sen
d
i
n
g
y
ou a
c
o
n
f
irmation of this
b
y
e
-
mail
i
n a
fe
w minu
t
e
s.
Re
memb
e
r
,
W
a
lker
will
be
in complete
c
h
a
r
ge
of this
i
nv
e
st
i
g
a
t
i
on. You
a
nd
y
our
e
nt
ir
e
of
f
i
c
e
do wh
a
te
v
e
r he
n
ee
ds
y
ou to do. You
g
ot
t
h
a
t
, Tu
r
n
e
r
?”

“
Y
e
s, sir.”
T
h
e
l
i
ne
w
e
nt
d
ea
d.

Tom thou
g
ht about the p
l
a
n he
would
g
o ov
e
r
w
i
t
h
J
ohnson
a
nd
S
tanl
e
y
on
the d
r
ive b
ac
k to
L
a
n
g
l
e
y
.
He
looked
a
t h
i
s w
a
tc
h
, push
e
d the p
e
d
a
l down a
l
i
t
t
l
e
,
a
nd dial
e
d
B
e
t
t
y
’s home number
on his
ce
l
l
phon
e
.
I
t
r
a
n
g
just
on
c
e
b
e
fo
r
e
B
e
t
t
y
a
ns
w
e
r
e
d i
t
.

“
H
e
l
l
o
?”

“
B
e
t
t
y
, Tom.
I
’m s
o
r
r
y
t
o dis
t
u
r
b
y
ou so soon.”

“
Th
a
t’s ok
a
y
.
I
g
ot ho
m
e
, took a sho
wer
,
a
nd
h
a
ve
b
ee
n w
a
i
t
i
n
g
b
y
the ph
o
ne
f
or
y
ou to
ca
l
l
.”

“
Ho
w
’s R
a
n
d
y
?
”

“
H
e’
s down in the
b
a
s
e
m
e
nt p
la
y
i
n
g
with h
i
s tr
a
i
n
s. You n
ee
d me
b
e
b
ac
k
a
t wo
r
k, boss? A
n
y
th
i
n
g
n
e
w
?
”

“
I
th
i
nk
P
a
t
t
y
’s
a
l
i
ve
a
nd
with Mi
t
c
h
e
l
l
.”

B
e
t
t
y
shot
up
a
t
t
he
n
e
w
s
.
“
I
’m
c
om
i
n
g
in.”

“
Good, l
i
sten.
I
’m
g
oing in
t
o a
me
e
t
i
ng
w
i
t
h
J
ohnson
a
nd
S
tanl
e
y
in about
a
n hou
r
.
I
’m
g
oi
n
g
to Alaska
ton
i
g
ht
t
o h
ea
d up the inv
e
st
i
g
a
t
i
on of
the pl
a
ne
c
r
a
sh a
n
d
P
a
t
t
y
L
a
w
r
e
n
c
e
’s d
e
f
e
c
t
i
on.
I
n
ee
d
y
ou to
f
ind out
how
I
ca
n
g
e
t
t
o
Mitch
e
l
l
’s lod
g
e
b
y
to
m
o
r
r
ow
a
ft
e
rnoo
n
.
F
ind out
t
he
sch
e
dule
f
or
c
o
m
me
rc
ial fl
i
g
hts f
r
om An
c
hora
g
e
to
S
e
oul
late
to
m
o
r
row
a
ft
e
rnoon
a
nd book a
f
irst cl
a
ss
t
ick
e
t
f
or
B
ob
b
y
.”

“
How
a
bout the
F
AA,
y
o
u know,
f
or
the
c
r
a
sh si
t
e
?
”

“
Good
ca
l
l
.
B
ut
I
w
a
nt
o
ur
g
u
y
s
g
e
t
m
e
a
c
oup
l
e
C
I
A
p
e
ople
w
i
t
h
F
A
A
c
o
v
e
rs.”

“
I
’m on
m
y
w
a
y
in.”

“
Th
a
nks,
B
e
t
t
y
.
You’
r
e
the b
e
st.”

At 1:50 Tom pi
c
k
e
d up the phone
in h
i
s of
f
ice
a
n
d dial
e
d the numb
e
r to Sh
e
ri
f
f
B
i
l
l K
e
l
l
e
r
’
s o
f
fi
ce
.
H
e
would
t
r
y
a
nd
t
a
lk wi
t
h Mitch
e
ll
b
y
ra
dio.
He
b
e
g
a
n
t
y
p
i
ng
a
c
ouple
of
e
-mails on his laptop
a
s he spok
e
.