>
> Matt frowned. That was odd. "Thank you, Mary," he replied. "Can you meet me
there
> in five minutes?"
>
> "No problem, boss. Basco out."
>
> Matt looked to Carrhae. "Ummm...."
"Go. We will talk later."
He wiped his lips with his napkin and stood, finishing his meal. He stooped to kiss
her, though, on his way out, taking the back door to avoid most of the press.
Moments later he was in the CiNC's outer office. Mary was already there. He gave
her his "what's up?" look.
She shot back her "No friggin' clue" one.
(eh?)
