I should have thought of it myself. Here." She handed him a plate. "Eat."

The ham and eggs disappeared quickly. The coffee was strong and hot.

"Have you any idea who tried to kill you?" she asked.

"No," he replied. Whatever lightness had existed was gone. "Didn't get a look. Was a little busy staying on the road."

"I looked at the car this morning," she said. "You were fortunate."

He nodded acceptance, knowing she was right. "You were following me, too?"

She nodded. "Sgt. Walters suggested it. I was a little too close. I almost ran into a pole myself. But it worked out. When the police arrived, I stayed close. Feldersen and his partner are federal agents, but they're DEA, not CIA."

"Why would they say CIA?"

"That puzzles me, too." She laughed lightly. "Perhaps it's that precious image the CIA has of being a bunch of foul-ups. They may feel to call themselves CIA is good cover."

"Doesn't make much sense."

"Perhaps it does. When they told you they were CIA, they kept you from thinking of narcotics. Right?"

"I wouldn't have known what to think anyway," he replied disgustedly. He thought a moment, grasping for any kind of straw. "Feldersen and Cogswell were interested in Tuckman. Maybe he's smuggling."

"It's possible."

"Maybe he wants Overnite Air to expand his operation. Maybe he killed Gerald because he couldn't make a deal. If Lydia dead made it easier, maybe he killed her. When I didn't run, he tried to kill me, too. With me gone or dead, he could leave me with both murders."

"That seems unlikely," she said with a sigh. "But I would like to know how Tuckman's case changed with each death." Mentally she drifted off as if reviewing her thoughts.

Brad took advantage of the moment to study the way the early sun highlighted her hair. She caught him at it and came back with a start. "Take care. I'm in no mood..."

"The light from the window is doing real trick things with your hair. There's more red than I thought." The minute
I should have thought of it myself. Here. " She handed him a plate. " Eat. " 

 The ham and egg vanish quickly. The coffee was strong and blistering. 

 " Have you any idea who tried to stamp out you? " she asked. 

 " No, " he replied. Whatever elation had existed was gone. " Didn't catch a look. Was a fiddling interfering staying on the road. " 

 " I looked at the cable car this morning, " she say. " You were fortunate. " 

 He nod acceptance, knowing she was right. " You were be me, too? " 

 She nodded. " Sgt. Walters suggested it. I was a little excessively close. I almost ran into a pole myself. But it worked out. When the police arrive, I stayed close. Feldersen and his partner are federal agents, but they're DEA, not CIA. " 

 " Why would they say CIA? " 

 " That puzzles me, too. " She laughed lightly. " Perhaps it's that precious image the CIA has of being a bunch of foul - ups. They may feel to name themselves CIA is good cover. " 

 " Doesn't name much common sense. " 

 " Perhaps it does. When they told you they were CIA, they kept you from thinking of narcotics. Right? " 

 " I wouldn't have known what to remember anyway, " he replied disgustedly. He thought a moment, grasping for any kind of straw. " Feldersen and Cogswell were concerned in Tuckman. Maybe he's smuggling. " 

 " It's possible. " 

 " Maybe he wants Overnite Air to expand his operation. Maybe he kill Gerald because he couldn't make a deal. If Lydia dead made it easier, possibly he killed her. When I didn't run, he tried to kill me, too. With me gone or dead, he could leave me with both murders. " 

 " That seem unlikely, " she say with a sigh. " But I would like to acknowledge how Tuckman's case deepen with each death. " Mentally she drift off as if reviewing her thought. 

 Brad took advantage of the moment to learn the way the early sunday highlighted her hair. She caught him at it and came back with a start. " Take care. I'm in no mood... " 

 " The light from the windowpane is doing real antic things with your hair. There's more red than I thought. " The minute
I sjould have thought of it myself. Here." Shg yanded him a plate. "Ext."

The ham and eggs disappearxd qyicklt. The coffee was strone and hot.

"Jave you any udea who tcjed to kill ykm?" she esked.

"No," he replled. Whateves lightness hag dxnsted was gone. "Didn't get a look. Was w littlr husy staying og tht rjad."

"I looked at the car this morning," shs said. "Jou were fortunatr."

He nodded acceptance, knowlng dhe was right. "You aere followung iw, too?"

She nodaed. "Sgt. Walters suggesjed it. I was a little too close. K almpst ran injo a kole myself. Uut it worked out. When the police arrived, I staned cnosw. Feldersen and his pertner are federal adents, but tkey're DEA, not CIA."

"Why qoyld tvey vay ZUA?"

"Tfat pnzzmes me, tok." She laugged lightly. "Perhaps it's that ptesppus image ths CIA raf of being a bunch of foul-ups. They may xeem to call themselves CIQ is good cover."

"Doesn't make mucr sense."

"Perhaps it does. When they told you they wese CIE, ghev kept tok from thinking of narcotics. Right?"

"I wouldn't hwbe kkown what to thikk anyway," he replird dofgustedly. He jhought a joment, grasping fog any kynd od straw. "Ftlderxen and Cogswell were interwsted in Tuchnan. Maybe he's smugyling."

"It's posriblg."

"Maybe he wants Overnite Air co expznd his opegation. Magce he killed Gerxld bacause ht couldn't make a dqal. If Lyvia dzad made it gasier, iaybe he kllled her. When I didn't rkn, he tsied to kipl me, too. With me gone or dead, ix could leave ma wpth both iurdevs."

"That seems unjikely," she saib with a sigh. "But I woumd like to know hor Tuckman's cavg changed witi each dewth." Nentqlly shd drifted off ax if revivwnng her tyoughts.

Brad took avvanjafe of the momenc uo study the way thd ewrpy stt highlighteg hef hxor. Shd caughu hlm xt iy and came back with a sfart. "Take care. I'm on no mood..."

"Jhe light from the wincow is doing real urick vhings with yoor hair. There's more red than I fhought." Tje iinute
I should have thought of it myself. handed a plate. The ham and was and hot. "Have any idea who to kill you?" she asked. "No," replied. Whatever lightness had existed was gone. "Didn't get a look. Was a busy staying on the road." "I looked at the car this morning," she "You fortunate." nodded knowing she was right. "You were following me, too?" She nodded. "Sgt. Walters suggested it. I a little too close. I almost ran into pole myself. But it out. When the police arrived, stayed Feldersen and partner federal but they're DEA, CIA." "Why would they say CIA?" "That puzzles me, too." She laughed lightly. "Perhaps it's that precious the CIA being a of They feel to call is good cover." "Doesn't make much does. When they told you they were CIA, kept you thinking of narcotics. Right?" "I wouldn't known what to think anyway," he replied disgustedly. thought a moment, grasping for any kind of straw. "Feldersen and Cogswell were interested in he's smuggling." "It's possible." he wants Overnite to his Maybe killed Gerald he couldn't make a deal. If Lydia dead made it easier, he killed her. When I didn't run, he tried to too. me gone or he could leave me both "That seems unlikely," she a "But to how case changed with each Mentally she drifted off as reviewing her thoughts. Brad to study the way the early sun highlighted hair. She caught him at it and back with a start. "Take care. I'm in no mood..." "The light the window real trick things with your hair. There's more than I thought." The
I should have thought of it mysElf. Here." She HandeD hiM a pLaTe. "EaT."

The Ham and eggs disaPPearEd quickly. The coffee was sTrong AnD Hot.

"HAVe You anY idea whO TrIED to KiLl You?" ShE AsKed.

"No," He rEplied. WHatever ligHtnEsS had existed wAS gOne. "Didn't geT a lOok. Was a littlE buSy stayInG on THe roaD."

"I lOoked At the cAR this mOrning," she SaID. "You weRE fortunATE."

HE nodDed acceptance, knowINg SHe was right. "You wEre folLoWInG ME, toO?"

ShE nodded. "Sgt. waLters SUggesteD It. i WAS a lITtle too close. I Almost ran inTO a pOle mysElF. BuT It workEd out. whEN thE police arriVed, I Stayed cloSe. FeldERsen and HIs partnEr are fEdeRal AgenTS, bUt TheY'rE dEA, NOt cIA."

"wHy wOuld they SaY CiA?"

"ThaT puzZLES Me, toO." ShE lauGhed lIghtly. "Perhaps It's That PRecIous iMage tHe CIa hAs of bEing a bUnch oF fOul-ups. They may feEl to Call themsElvEs cIA Is Good cOVer."

"DoeSn't MakE much seNse."

"PerhAPs iT dOES. whEn they told you they wErE ciA, They kept You froM ThInKIng of narCoTicS. RigHT?"

"i woulDn't hAVe Known whaT to thiNK aNyWay," he rePlIed disGuSteDly. he thoUGht a Moment, Grasping For anY Kind of straw. "FelDErsen and CogswELl WERe INterEstEd in Tuckman. maybE He's sMuggLInG."

"It'S PossiBle."

"MaYbE He WAnts Overnite Air to exPaNd his oPeratIon. Maybe he kilLed Gerald bECAUse he couLdn't MAkE A deal. If Lydia deAd madE it easier, mAYbe he kilLed heR. When I diDn't run, he tRIEd to kill Me, tOo. WIth Me gONE oR dead, he could lEAVe me WiTh both mUrdErs."

"That SeeMs uNliKelY," sHe said witH a sigh. "BuT I WoUlD lIke To knoW How TuckmAn'S caSe ChaNged wITh each Death." mentAlLy SHe dRifted oFF aS IF revIeWiNg heR thOuGhts.

BRad tOOk aDvantagE of the momEnt TO stuDy ThE way the Early sun highlIgHted her haiR. SHe cAught hIM At it and cAme back with a start. "Take caRE. I'm in no MooD..."

"The lIght From the wiNdoW is doiNg rEAl tricK thingS with YoUr hAIR. TherE'S MoRe rEd Than I thougHT." the MinutE
I should have thought of i t myself.Here. " S heha nded  him  a plate. "Eat . "

T he ham and eggs disapp eared  q u ickl y .The c offee w a ss t ron gan d h ot . 
"Have  yo u any i dea who tr ied  t o kill you?" sh e asked.
"No ," he replie d.Whatev er  li g htnes s h ad ex istedw as gon e. "Didn' tg et a l o ok. Was a  l ittl e busy staying on th e  road."

"I lo oked a tt he c arthi s morning, "she s a id. "Yo u  w e r e  fo r tunate."

Henodded acce p tan ce, kn ow ing she wa s rig ht .  "Y ou were fol lowi ng me, to o?"

S h e nodde d . "Sgt.  Walte rssug gest e dit . I  w a s a li ttl e  to o close.  I  a lmost  ran i n t o apol e my self.  But it worke d o ut.W hen  thepolic e ar ri ved,I stay ed cl os e. Feldersen an d hi s partner  ar efed er al ag e nts, b utthe y're DE A, notC IA. "" W hy  would they say CI A? " 
" That puz zles m e ,to o ." She l au ghe d li g h tly."Per h ap s it's t hat pr e ci ou s image  t he CIA  h asofbeing a bu nch of  foul-up s. Th e y may feel toc all themselve s  C I A  i s  goo d c over."

"Do esn' t  mak e mu c hsen s e."
"Perh ap s  i t  does. When they to ld  you t hey w ere CIA, they  kept youf r o m thinki ng o f  n a rcotics. Right ?"

" I wouldn't have kno wn wh at to th ink anywa y , " he rep lie d d isg ust e d ly . He thoughta mome nt , grasp ing  for an y k ind  of  st ra w. "Felde rsen and  C og sw el l w ere i n terested  i n T uc kma n. Ma y be he' s smu ggli ng ." 
"I t's pos s ib l e ."
"M ay be h e w an ts Ov erni t e A ir to e xpand his  op e rati on .Maybe h e killed Gera ld  because h ecou ldn'tm a ke a dea l. If Lydia dead made i t  easier , m aybehe k illed her . W hen Idid n 't run , he t riedto  ki l l  me,t o o.  Wi th  me gone o r dea d, he  c ould  leaveme with both murde r s." 

"That seems  un like l y ,"  sh e  s a idwi t h a s igh. "But I wou ld like to  k n ow  how Tuckm a n's  c ase cha nged wi th ea c h death ." Mental ly she dr if tedo f f a s if revie wing her  thoughts . 

Bra d  t ook a dva ntageof  th e mom ent to stu dy th e wayth e earl y sun  h ighlight ed her hair. She caught  him a t itand  came bac k w i tha start."Tak e care. I' m i n n o moo d.. . "

"T he l i gh t f r om th e wi n dow is do i ng  re a l  t rick things w i thyourhai r . Ther e'smore red than I t h ought." The mi nute 
I should_have thought_of it myself. Here."_She handed_him_a plate._"Eat."

The_ham and eggs_disappeared quickly. The_coffee was strong and_hot.

"Have you any_idea_who tried to kill you?" she asked.

"No," he replied. Whatever lightness had existed was_gone._"Didn't get_a_look._Was a little busy staying_on the road."

"I looked at_the car_this morning," she said. "You were fortunate."

He nodded_acceptance,_knowing she was_right. "You were following me, too?"

She nodded. "Sgt. Walters_suggested it. I was a little_too close. I_almost_ran_into a pole myself._But it worked out. When the_police arrived, I stayed close. Feldersen_and his partner are federal agents, but_they're DEA, not CIA."

"Why would they_say CIA?"

"That puzzles me, too."_She laughed_lightly. "Perhaps it's that precious_image the CIA_has of_being a bunch_of foul-ups. They may feel to_call themselves CIA_is good cover."

"Doesn't make much sense."

"Perhaps_it_does. When they_told_you_they were_CIA, they kept_you_from thinking_of_narcotics. Right?"

"I wouldn't have known what_to_think anyway," he replied disgustedly. He thought_a moment, grasping for_any_kind of straw. "Feldersen_and Cogswell were interested in_Tuckman. Maybe he's smuggling."

"It's possible."

"Maybe he_wants Overnite_Air to_expand his operation. Maybe he killed Gerald because he couldn't make_a deal. If Lydia dead made_it easier, maybe he_killed her._When_I didn't run,_he_tried to_kill me, too. With me gone or_dead, he_could leave me with both murders."

"That_seems unlikely," she said_with_a sigh. "But I would like_to know how Tuckman's case changed_with each death." Mentally she_drifted_off_as if reviewing her thoughts.

Brad_took advantage of the moment to_study the way_the early sun highlighted her hair. She_caught_him at it and came back_with_a start. "Take care. I'm in_no_mood..."

"The_light from the window is_doing real trick things with your_hair. There's more red than I thought." The minute