I had heard the name Dunhaven uttered often enough, ironically first by Datello when I notified him of Gwen Foster's murder. I wondered if his mention of the mental hospital was ironic or foreshadowing what he feared I would learn if I stayed in town long enough. Thoughts of Agent Ritter bounced around my head. Could Sully Marcos have been connected to Nick and Kim Jackson? Was my attempted murder truly unrelated to Rick and Sully and Danny? I glanced at my wrist watch. Almost eleven. "Let me use your cell phone." While the phones on the walls and tables in the house were returned, Johnny hadn't restored custody of my iPhone to me. Yet. I dialed the familiar number and pressed Devlin's Blackberry to my ear. "David Levine." "Hi," I said. "It's Helen." "Yes." "I need a favor, David." "That's very interesting news, but I'm afraid this isn't a good time to discuss personal business, Mr. Carlyle. Perhaps you could –" "David what's wrong?" I sat up straight in the front seat of Devlin's Crown Vic. "It's me, Helen." "I understand," he said. "Perhaps you could meet me for dinner or drinks tomorrow night and we could discuss this in person." "Seriously? You want me to come to Washington?" "That would work best. Can you free up the time in your schedule on such short notice?" Not really. Not with Orion watching me like a hawk. Then again...
