"Neither do I."

"The hell you don't. You don't know any other life."

"I intend to learn."

Galen shrugged. "Then get out of Amsterdam."

"My thought exactly."

"Do you need any help? I could make arrangements."

It might not be a bad idea. Besides his main occupation of troubleshooting, no one was better than Galen at slipping in and out of difficult situations. Travis thought for a moment, then shook his head. "No."

"Suit yourself. Anything else?"

"Yes. Who's heading the CIA team?"

"Big stuff. Ben Danley."

"What do you know about him?"

"Not much. Why?"

"Just looking for a way out."

"Try the nearest airport." Galen's gaze narrowed. "I can see the wheels turning. What are you up to?"

"Do me a favor. Send the CIA here."

"What?"

"Make sure the CIA finds out where I am. I don't have much time. I want them bursting in here within the next few hours."

"What are you up to?"

"I was wondering how I could get out of Amsterdam. Isn't it lucky Andreas wants me in Washington?"

"Or he may want you dead."

Travis shook his head. "I don't think so. I would have heard if there was a sanction. Give me two hours to make some preparations and check out a few things and then send them to pick me up."

"I can't talk you out of it?"

"It's the best way."

"Whatever." Galen turned but stopped at the door. "How did you find out about that attack on Vasaro?"

"I have my sources."

"Damn good ones. I didn't hear a murmur about it."

"You think I knew about it because I was part of the plot?"

"It occurred to me."

"A very logical supposition to a man of your cynical nature. But then why should I go to the trouble of a double cross?"