“It was always a possibility. We didn't think Morgan could make the connection, but we weren't certain. And according to his file, you never know how Morgan is going to jump. But I would have thought he'd show up right after the dam break. I had the CIA ready to gather him in if he decided to do a little snooping. I was a little worried about John Logan's connection with Graham.”
“Logan?”
“He was pulling every string he could to have Graham put in a safe house after his wife was shot. And it was Logan who tried to get the sanction lifted on Morgan several months ago. He's got a lot of influence. I had a hell of a time blocking it.”
“We've had Logan under surveillance since Graham disappeared. He's at his home in California and hasn't tried to make contact.”
“Have you been able to monitor his phones?”
“No way. He's got a state-of-the-art security and communication system.”
“Then I suggest you'd better figure a way to find out what we need. I understand he's very fond of his wife. Good-bye, Powers.”
“I have sketches of the other two men Alex saw at Arapahoe Junction,” Judd said as soon as Galen answered. “I need to know who they are.”
“Alex gave you descriptions? You know how tricky memory can be. Can you rely on her?”
“Yes.”
“No doubts?”
“No doubts.”
“Can you fax them?”
“I think you'd better come and pick them up.”
“You're halfway across the country. Why?”
“I may need you here. I have a bad feeling. . . . Have you told Logan about Alex's injury?”
“Not yet.”
“It's just as well. I don't need Logan upset enough to get in my way. How soon can you get here?”
“I'm on my way.” He hung up.
Morgan sat down at the kitchen table and pulled out the sketches. He threw the other two sketches aside to look at the one they'd worked on last—the shooter. He drew a deep breath and then slowly let it out. He'd almost blown it. Exhausted as Alex had been, she'd noticed his reaction. He had to be more careful.
Careful? The idea was laughable. He'd known that safety was out the window the minute he finished that sketch. Until then there had been a chance that the dam break didn't have anything to do with Z-3.
Okay, he could still back off and disappear. He could find another way to keep Alex safe.
Alex.
What the hell? He'd give it a little more time. He'd clean up these sketches while Alex was napping and get a final approval before giving them to Galen. It should be only a matter of hours before he arrived. Galen never wasted time when he went into motion.
“You shouldn't be up.” Morgan got up from his chair and came toward her. “Why didn't you call me? I would have helped you.”
“I'm fine.” She brushed by him and went toward the fire. “A little cold.”
“You need time to heal, and I pushed you hard today. You're tired and your body temperature probably dropped. You should try to get more sleep.”
She held out her hands to the blaze. “I didn't mean to sleep at all.” She had thought she was so disturbed she would lie there for hours, but she'd dropped off almost immediately. “What have you been doing?”
“Cleaning up the sketches. Waiting for Galen.”
“Galen?”
“A friend. He's coming to pick up the sketches and make sure that I haven't totally maimed you.”
“What business is it of his if you have?”
“Now, that's not in keeping with your philosophy. Isn't everyone supposed to be their brother's keeper?”
“In a perfect world. This world isn't perfect. Why is this Galen worried about me?”
“He recommended me to Logan.”
“So it's pure self-interest.”
“Not entirely. Galen is one of the good guys. He's generally a cynical bastard, but he's like you—he wants to go around righting wrongs. He even tried to right a wrong done to me.” He smiled faintly. “Everyone makes mistakes.”
“If he's your friend, I wouldn't call that a mistake.”
“There are friends and then there are friends.”
“What's that supposed to mean? No, don't tell me. You wouldn't get close enough to commit to a friend.”
“Not willingly. But even I'm not perfect.”
“What does this Galen do? Is he a criminal like you?”
“He's an information specialist. He has contacts all over the world. He arranges things and smooths paths that need smoothing.”
“Legally?”
“Sometimes.” He handed her the sketches. “Look at them. If there are any changes, let me know.”
She glanced through the sketches. “They look good to me. I can't see anything I'd want to change. You're really very good. I don't know how you— Wait. This isn't right.” She was staring at the sketch of the shooter. “You've given him a tiny scar on his left cheek.”