The 22nd Secret (64 page)

“
P
a
t
t
y
a
l
i
ve,
ar
e
y
ou s
u
r
e
, how
’
d
y
ou find this out?
Go
d
,
I
hope
y
o
u
’
r
e
ri
g
h
t.
Ca
n
I
talk to h
er
, sh
e
’s o
k
a
y
, r
i
g
ht?
I
me
a
n not hurt or
a
n
y
th
i
n
g
?
”

“
How
I
know this is not
i
mport
a
nt
a
nd no,
I
don
’
t
know
f
or
sur
e
, but
m
y
s
o
u
rc
e
is
t
he b
e
st and
I
th
i
nk h
e
’s
r
i
g
h
t.
S
h
e
’s
a
l
i
ve
a
nd w
a
i
t
i
n
g for
us to g
e
t her
to
t
h
a
t
r
e
s
ea
r
c
h
v
e
ssel.
I
n
ee
d
y
o
u to
t
e
ll
y
our
pe
ople
.
”

“
Y
ea
h s
u
r
e
,
I
to
l
d them
wh
a
t
y
ou to
l
d me
w
h
e
n
we
f
irst found out about
t
he
c
r
a
sh.
I
to
l
d them to
j
ust hold
t
i
g
ht
till
we
c
ould f
i
g
u
r
e
th
i
n
g
s
o
ut. Oh, ma
n
,
I
hope
sh
e
’s ok
a
y
.
”

“
I
know
y
ou
’
re
p
r
e
t
t
y
to
r
n up
a
bout
P
a
t
t
y
. M
a
y
be
th
i
n
g
s will
wo
r
k out a
f
t
e
r
a
l
l
.
L
is
t
e
n
,
I
g
ot
t
o
g
e
t bu
s
y
if
w
e
’
r
e
going
to
g
e
t
t
o h
e
r
b
e
fo
r
e
the
a
uthorities. This s
t
o
r
m
i
s
g
oi
n
g
to s
t
a
rt
c
le
a
ri
n
g
a
nd
y
ou
ca
n
b
e
t
t
h
e
y
’
re
g
oi
n
g
to be
a
ll
ov
e
r th
a
t p
l
a
n
e
. T
h
e
C
I
A k
n
ows
a
bout
y
ou
a
nd
P
a
t
t
y
.
W
e
g
ot un
t
il
to
m
o
r
row
ni
g
ht
t
o
g
e
t
y
ou
a
nd
h
e
r out of
th
e
r
e
. A
f
t
e
r th
a
t
I
’m not su
r
e
we
ca
n k
ee
p th
i
s f
r
om b
l
owing
u
p in our
fa
c
e
s.
I
’m l
ea
vi
n
g
town
b
y
noon.
I
’ll
ca
ll
y
o
u b
e
fo
r
e
t
hen.”

“If
y
ou h
e
a
r
a
n
y
th
i
n
g
m
o
re
a
bout
P
a
t
t
y
p
l
ea
se
l
e
t
m
e
know.
I
’ll c
o
nt
a
c
t
m
y
p
e
ople
a
nd make
a
r
r
a
n
g
e
m
e
nts
t
o
g
e
t out
of h
e
re
a
nd t
h
e
n w
a
i
t
t
o h
ea
r
f
rom
y
ou.”
B
e
n
hung
up.

The
f
ull
i
m
pl
i
ca
t
i
ons of
w
h
a
t
t
he
re
n
d
e
z
vous with the Chinese
me
a
nt b
e
g
a
n to sink
i
n
a
s H
e
n
r
y
hu
n
g
up the pho
ne
. He
kn
e
w
e
x
ac
t
l
y
w
h
a
t had b
ee
n plan
n
e
d for
Tin
o
. Now
it
would be hi
m
. The
wo
r
st pa
r
t w
a
s
B
e
n kn
e
w too, the li
t
t
l
e
shit. H
e
n
r
y
w
a
nted to
g
o
t
o his room
a
nd put a bul
l
e
t ri
g
ht betw
e
e
n his
e
y
e
s.
He
took a
d
ee
p b
r
ea
t
h stood up
a
nd h
ea
d
e
d
f
o
r the
show
e
r.

H
e
n
r
y
w
a
lked into
t
he
A
n
c
hora
g
e
F
BI
o
f
fi
c
e
a
t
9:3
0
. He
in
t
rodu
c
e
d hi
m
s
e
l
f to the r
e
ce
pt
i
onist
a
s Tom
W
a
lker
a
nd
a
s
k
e
d to sp
ea
k to
the
a
g
e
nt
i
n
c
h
ar
g
e
, Mi
k
e
Tu
r
n
e
r.
The r
e
ce
pt
i
onist
tried
to not
r
eac
t
t
o the
a
ss
o
c
iation of
the n
a
me
W
a
lker
with
H
e
n
r
y
’s
A
sian
f
e
a
tu
r
e
s
.
S
he
bu
zz
e
d Tu
r
n
e
r
a
nd
a
nnoun
ce
d
that a
Mr.
W
a
l
k
e
r
wa
s
h
e
re
to s
e
e
hi
m
. Tu
r
n
e
r c
a
me th
r
o
u
g
h the door
a
nd looked
a
t
H
e
n
r
y
a
nd the
r
e
c
e
pt
i
onis
t
.
“
This
i
s Mr.
W
a
lke
r
,”
s
h
e
said.

“
Mr.
W
a
lke
r
,”
T
u
rn
e
r
he
ld out
his h
a
nd f
o
r
He
n
r
y
to sh
a
k
e
.
“
I
didn’t
e
x
p
e
c
t
y
ou
so soon.”

“
M
a
y
we
talk in
y
our
o
f
f
ic
e
?
”
H
e
n
r
y
a
sked.

“
This w
a
y
,”
T
u
rn
e
r
s
a
id,
l
ea
ding
t
h
em
t
h
r
ou
g
h t
h
e
door
a
nd shu
t
t
i
ng
it
b
e
h
i
nd them.
“
S
it down, Mr.
W
a
lke
r
.”

“
C
a
ll
me
T
om.”
He
n
r
y
h
a
nd
e
d his
C
I
A id
e
nt
i
fi
ca
t
ion
t
o Tu
r
n
e
r
, who s
a
t d
o
wn
a
t h
i
s desk
a
t
t
he
same
t
i
me
He
n
r
y
sat in one
of the
c
h
a
irs.

“
I
’m Mike,”
T
u
rn
e
r
s
a
i
d
,
a
s he insp
ec
ted t
h
e
C
I
A
identifi
ca
t
i
on with H
e
n
r
y
’s pi
c
ture
a
nd Tom’s n
a
m
e
.
“
Ah,
I
’m–”