He reached under the pillow opposite him, pulled out a gun and sat up. Wearing long black pajama bottoms and a loose gray cotton tee shirt, he kicked free of the sheets and stood. He moved along the wall and settled in next to the door frame just as the door swung open. “Don’t shoot me.” He heard Stromeyer’s voice. He rose and stepped out where he could see her. “Thanks for the heads-up,” he said. “I’d have been upset if I’d killed you.” “No sorrier than I would have been,” Stromeyer said. Banner looked at his watch. “It’s three o’clock in the morning. To what do I owe the honor of your visit?” “The crew after Sumner made an unannounced visit to my apartment while Sumner was there.” She told him of the attack. “I think it’s safe to say that the apartment is compromised, and perhaps my cover. We’ll have to let the Department of Defense know that there’s a mole in the police department.”
