when necessary and risk a lawsuit now and then than to have to send condolences to hundreds of families when some Hassan or Nassir blows himself up at a convention." Studying him, Mandi said, "Interesting. As much as you two are alike, John would have ended that with 'don't you agree?'" "That's because John likes to hear people agree with him." "And you don't?" "Oh, sure, but I don't really care. I may tell you my views, but whether you agree with them is your business." After another long look at Cade, Mandi said, "I see," and shifted off the fridge as she asked, "Are you ready to do something about dinner?" Cade also stood up and said, "Great idea." "Will they let you have one of the agency cars?" Shrugging, Cade said, "Sure. No problem." "Good. I think it would look better if we visit several fast-food places. It'll look funny if we order enough food for a party, then don't have a party. Especially if the food disappears." "Good point. Chances are good that someone would notice something like that on this floor." He paused, then added, "They keep pretty close track of the pool cars, too. Might be better if we just rented something. Or flew." With a wry grin, Mandi asked, "You want me to fly you from one burger stand to another?" "No, ma'am. We'd fly to where there are a bunch of them close together, like at beltway exits along the Interstate. Then we'd walk. No vehicle records to worry about that way." Mandi nodded. "Yeah. Okay. Sounds good." Chapter Seventeen