A moonless night. Alexander Gray stood in the dark shadows of Senator
Randall Edgers’ living room and watched through the window as he
parked his car in the garage of his Georgetown home.
Gray’s thoughts raced back to his first encounter with Allison at a
Florida Gator football game. The Gators were winning thirty-five to
nothing when he noticed the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen a
couple of rows in front of him. His eyes couldn’t leave her. At the
end of the game, he approached her, introduced himself, and asked her
out to dinner.
Her beautiful brown eyes turned cold. Without saying a word, she turned
and followed her girlfriend out of the stadium. Her action felt like a
slap in the face, one he remembered all these years later as if it had
happened two minutes ago.
Though he heard Edgers unlock the front door and enter the house, Gray
The Senator closed the door, put down his briefcase, and flicked on the
lights. He turned around to find Gray standing in front of him, and Gray
found himself staring into a pair of cold blue eyes.
Revealing no surprise, Edgers demanded, “What do you want? I don’t
keep much cash at home.”
Hoping to receive Edgers’ cooperation, Gray said in a calm voice,
“I’m not here to rob you. I would appreciate your help.”
Edgers’ anger rose. “You break into my house to ask for help?! I
have an office. Call and make an appointment. Get out of here before I
have you arrested!”
In an instant Gray closed the distance between himself and the Senator.
He grabbed Edgers’ lapels with both hands. “My appointment is now!
Do you need to check your appointment book?” He released his grip.
Edgers took a step back. “Maybe not. Who are you?”
After a moment’s hesitation, Gray said, “I knew Allison in
Edgers stared thoughtfully. “You’re the boyfriend who dumped her,
the one I think she still misses.”
“She never told me your name.”
Happy that the Senator didn’t know that, Gray felt a wave of relief.
He glanced at the bookcase to his right where several yearbooks from the
University of Florida stood on the top shelf. He walked to the middle of
the room, in order to direct Edgers’ gaze away from the bookcase, but
he suspected it didn’t matter. Now that Edgers knew what he looked
like, he could go through her yearbooks and find his picture.
“Why did you leave her?” Edgers asked.
“Why did you?” Gray responded. “Where’s the secretary you dumped
her for last year?”
Edgers’ face reddened. “She got rid of me as soon as I divorced
Allison. Turns out she wasn’t the kind of girl who wanted a
“Your wife did. That was one of the reasons I left her.”
“You were afraid of her.”
“From what I’ve read about you—the mythical Sockdolager—you’re
not afraid of anything.”
Surprised, Gray sensed this was not a time for denial. “How do you
know my code name?”
“I’m a member of the Senate Intelligence Committee. I’m allowed to
ask for CIA files if I can justify that I need them to understand an
issue. Your code name appeared in the Sigonella file from last year.”
Gray sat down in a recliner in the corner of the room, pulled out the
foot extender, and relaxed.
“Would you like a drink?” Edgers asked.
“Got a Pepsi?”
“Pepsi? I would have assumed Sockdolager would be a beer man.”
“No. Just Pepsi.”
Edgers disappeared into the kitchen and returned a few minutes later
with a can of Pepsi. “I don’t usually have much except beer, but the
maid likes soft drinks, so she sometimes keeps a few in the
“I figured you for a scotch drinker. Like Thomas Springer.”
“That’s me,” Edgers said. “But I rarely keep scotch in my house.
I’m not much of a host, I’m afraid. Allison was the perfect hostess.
We didn’t get along very well at the end, but she was always a perfect
“Most women don’t get too excited when their husbands run around
with their secretaries.”
Edgers’ mouth twisted into a smile. “That’s quite true. And
Allison could read me perfectly. I could never hide much from her.” He
seemed to be warming up to Gray; his cold eyes beginning to melt. “She
thought a lot of you. I could tell.”
“I thought a lot of her. I’m only beginning to realize why she
scared me. She’s the only person I ever met who could tell what I was
thinking. It always seemed like she can read my mind.
“Can?” Edgers asked. “Don’t you mean could?”
“No, I mean can. I’ve been told she’s still alive.”
Edgers’ eyebrows arched upward. “She was killed in the nuclear blast
“That’s not true. I thought for a long time after I escaped
Sigonella that she was killed by an agent of Phillip Edwardson named
Paul Nash. Before the explosion I found her lying on the bed in my room
and concluded she was dead. But someone recently informed me that she
wasn’t actually dead when I found her. She had a severe head injury,
but she might have recovered.”
“Why did Nash try to kill her?” Edgers asked.
“Phillip Edwardson ordered him to. He thought it would help his men
find me and kill me.”
“What happened to Nash?”
“Did you kill him?”
“I did,” said Gray with no emotion. He had no regrets. He felt he
had to tell the truth to win Edgers’ cooperation.
“Who told you she was still alive? Edwardson? I’ve heard indirectly
that he ordered much of what happened at Sigonella.”
Revealing that Edwardson was his informer would be admitting he killed
the man. He didn’t need that kind of trouble. Ignoring Edgers’
question, Gray said, “Use your position to call Edwardson’s
successor as Director of Clandestine Services, whoever he is, and ask
where they buried Allison. I would guess they sent her back on the plane
I was supposed to be on, so she would have been gone from Sigonella
before the bomb hit. That plane is the only thing that left Sigonella
after I found her lying on the bed in my quarters. Either she’s
alive—or there’s a body. Demand, as her husband, to know where her
body is buried.”
“I sure as hell will,” Edgers said. “You really think she’s
Gray took a sip of his Pepsi, then gazed directly at Edgers. “I do, in
fact. And I intend to find her. I would appreciate you letting me know
what you find out. I’ll be at the Washington Hilton on Connecticut
Avenue. Here’s the room number.” He gave Edgers a slip of paper.
After Gray left, Randall Edgers put in a call to CIA headquarters in
Langley, Virginia. It took a while, but he finally obtained the
information he wanted.
As he stared at the note he’d written to send to Sockdolager, Edgers
shivered. Heaven help anyone who got in that man’s way.
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