Andreas turned to look at him.

"Do you wish him to have…an accident, Mr. President?"

Andreas smiled sardonically. "Why, Danley, you know the CIA no longer does sanctions. You've cleaned up your image."

"I didn't say we'd do it," Danley said. "I merely asked if that was your wish."

"Very cagey."

"It's a natural question. If Travis is the man behind Vasaro, I can see why-"

"Travis wasn't behind it. I don't want him hurt," Andreas interrupted. "And you don't know jack about what happened at Vasaro."

"Your pardon, sir, but naturally Keller at the Secret Service shared his files with us since the attempt on your life was made outside the U.S."

"It wasn't Travis."

"Then why have we spent eight months searching for him?"

"Because I told you to." He looked out the window at the darkness. "And I wanted you to have a damn good reason to find him. What did Keller tell you?"

"That there was an attempt on your life and the nurse and six men had been killed and three wounded. Fortunately, you and the First Lady had gone to Paris."

"Fortunately?" His tone was biting. "Do you realize that my daughter hasn't spoken a word since that night? And that my wife was on the verge of a nervous breakdown after six months of trying to cope with a child who looked at her as if she were a stranger?"

"I'm sorry. A slip of the tongue. I only meant-"

"I know what you meant." Andreas closed his eyes. "I shouldn't have jumped on you. I've been under a hell of a strain lately."

" But I understood Cassie was doing much better and would be coming home soon."

"That's the statement to the press to keep the reporters from searching for her. She's the same as she was when we brought her home from Vasaro. We've tried four different psychiatrists, and they've done zilch."