Showalters voice invited me in. He was in charge. My anxiety about him being here was proving to be correct. What about our steaks? Stone asked. Thats fine. Give me a resume and then Ill see Dorley Alder. She stared at him, puzzled.There should have been. But you hired Jerry Myers to kill Sara. How did you and Myers hook up? Shoemaker said,Paul, this guy sounds like a lawyer. Who woulda thought that about a fine Army lad. A wide net, isnt it. Mason grinned.Thats the third cartridge, Paul. Mason glanced from the running woman, who was sprinting directly toward his canoe, back to the window. Stone got into the suit, which fit very well, and walked into the garage. There it was, on its kickstand, gleaming, better than new. There was a pair of gloves in the suit pocket, and he put them on, slipped his cell phone into a breast pocket, then set the helmet on his head and adjusted the chinstrap. Whats that supposed to mean? I did not kill her. Im not a killer. He paused and added quietly, his gaze downcast, At least not that kind. But who knows, maybe theres no difference. Stone found his own phone and called Fred. Or gold digging, she interrupted. She said nothing, watching him with thoughtful speculation. Am I going to get paint on my suit? Herbie asked. Its brand-new. The CIA technician came into Stones office and took the chair across the desk from him. Well, that guy — whoever he was — knew what he was doing. He did a great job of fucking up your security system. Stone saw the gun and dove for it. Sig was struggling toward him by now..