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We ended up on the mall, sitting in front of the American History Museum. The sun was shining and tourists were swarming the place, eager to get their sightseeing in before the D.C. July heat reached its maximum.

"Why are we here?" I asked, as we sat on the bench, pretending to be exhausted tourists.

"Because it'd be hard for them to find us," Zach answered, as if it were obvious. I was annoyed.

"There's no deeper reason for us being here?"

"Besides the fact that it's the closest highly populated place to Roseville?" he said. "No."

"Come on, Zach," I protested. "Every time you've taken us somewhere before it's been for a reason. You can't honestly expect me to believe you picked this spot for the crowd factor."

And then I felt her nearby, turned and caught a glimpse of her glossy black hair in the crowd. Macey.

"You're late," Zach mumbled, as she suddenly appeared behind us, placing her sunscreen bottle on the back of the bench and slowly applying her mother's most recent formula.

"Yeah, well, the metro's a b-h, especially in tourist season. Get over it, Goode."

"What are you doing here, Macey?" I demanded.

"Chill, Gallagher Girl," Zach said, putting his hand on my arm. "I told her to meet us."

"I'd figured that much, thanks," I snapped, wrenching my arm away from him and staring pointedly at Macey, waiting for an explanation.

"Just wanted to meet your new boyfriend, Tiffany," she smiled, putting the cap back on her bottle and dropping it into her drawstring bag. "Kind of rude for you not to introduce him to your cousin when you're staying with us."

"No," I said forcefully. "We're not…" I started, but she shot me a look that clearly said, Play along, for God's sake. "I mean," I corrected. "Marcie, I'd like you to meet my new boyfriend, Calvin Smith."

Zach shook Macey's hand and then slipped his own back into his pocket, but I knew it wasn't the right time to ask him what they'd just exchanged. Although I had to admit that I was kind of angry that no one had let me in on the plan. Then he touched his earlobe, surreptitiously slipping a comms unit into place.

"You seem pretty cool, Marcie," Zach grinned. "But Tiff and I really want to see some of the museums today. Can we catch up with you later?"

"Sure," Macey smiled sweetly. "Can I borrow her for a second first, though?"

Zach's eyes said something along the lines of, 'Not if you want to live,' but he nodded anyway. "Of course."

"Macey," I whispered frantically as soon as we were out of his earshot.

"Not now," she snapped. "They're on their way, so we need to make this fast. Solomon said he told you something important. He wouldn't tell us what."

"It's safer if you don't know."

"I thought you'd say that," she answered cheerily. "But Liz has been doing some microchip research for a project, and there was one that was stolen from a testing facility less than a month after Alex Goode disappeared. Coincidence?"

"No," I answered. "Which one?"

"Charma Labs," she answered.

I nodded. "Have her keep following that."

Macey nodded. "I thought you'd say that, too." We walked back in Zach's direction, and he stood up a little too quickly when he saw us, meeting us instead of waiting for us to come to him.

"Nice meeting you, Marcie," he smiled. "We'll see you at 5 for dinner, okay?" Definitely a code. My guess is that the Circle agents were less than five minutes away.

"Sure thing," Macey smiled. And then she turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Zach grabbed my hand and led me over to the service door of the museum, quickly picking the lock and taking us into the air-conditioned building. He guided me through a maze of exhibits and out a back door, then he looked around, unsure. So I took the lead. After all, I had lived in DC for several years before I came to Gallagher. And I was a spy.

I snuck us onto one of those resident-irritating hop-on-hop-off tourist busses and got off at union station. Personally, I've never understood what the big deal about union station is, as there isn't really anything there, but most of the bus companies don't ask for my opinion on D.C.'s tourist attractions. They wouldn't like my version of the city anyway.

We walked calmly but purposefully in the direction of the MARC trains that run to Baltimore, bought our tickets, and slipped aboard.

"That was nice, Gallagher Girl," Zach offered, when we were moving away from one city and toward the other. "Any particular reason for Baltimore?"

"We aren't secretly meeting any of my friends and putting them in danger, if that's what you mean," I snapped.

"Chill," Zach said softly, casually stretching his arm out and resting it on the seat behind me. "We had it all planned out. Nothing was going to happen. The others still had eyes on the Circle agents. But we needed something only she could do."

I raised my eyebrows, and he brought his lips close to my ear.

"The routing number," he explained. "Macey pulled some money from it into a few offshore accounts and then into hers and got the cash." He fingered what looked like a rather large wad of US currency in his pocket.

"You used Macey as a money launderer," I said, my voice flat. "Great."

"She volunteered. I asked her how to move money from an account under the radar, and, being the daughter of two very rich and less than law-abiding people, she knew. And she had the resources to do it."

"And if they trace the account back to the McHenrys?"

Zach rolled his eyes. "They won't. Clearly you've never embezzled money. Or evaded your taxes. Rich people become that way because they know how not to get caught." I was still annoyed, but I believed Zach enough to relax and lean against him. After all, I hadn't gotten much sleep at the mansion.

"She'll be fine, Cam," he said. "Don't worry." He hesitated for a moment, then repeated his question. "But seriously, Cam, why Baltimore?"

I smiled and twined my fingers in with his. "Oh you know," I answered mischievously, "It's a decent sized city. It'll be hard for them to find us."