It wasn’t hard to do; between the two of our busy schedules we had so much to catch up on. “I know the pain of what happened to Ted is still too fresh in everyone’s memory, but what was Robert Vance doing on Hawkins’ tour bus seconds before the bomb went off?” “I don’t know, Joie, but he’s U.S. intelligence, so I doubt he planted the bomb.” “Then who did? And why?” “Maybe the terrorists?” he offered. “You couldn’t have gotten a better opportunity to do something like than at an unsupervised hotel parking lot.” “But why target us of all people? We’re no one in the big scheme of things.” “Yeah—you got me there. I’ve got no clue.” “And why was Vance in Hawkins’ room? I’m sorry, but I don’t believe he was there because it was security protocol.” I threw him a look like come on now.
