Yes, sir. From inside his shoe Devine brought out the wafer-thin device, provided by Emerson Campbell, and looked around for a good place to locate it. He quickly found a spot on the wall. After he affixed it there, the device blended right in. This camera was space-age in its capability and had originally been designed by NASA for use in outer space, but then was deployed by American intelligence for surveillance purposes in the most demanding environments. Area 51 had to have pretty significant protections against electronic eavesdropping from the outside. There were no windows in this room, and underneath the walls were probably copper sheathing and other counterintelligence measures. Valentine had been unable to get through them, apparently. Only Devine had an advantage there. Valentine had been outside trying to peek in. Devine was inside, trying to get intelligence out. And this space-observation device turned spy video camera, he believed, could do the job of stealing Area 51s secrets. At least he hoped. Stone handed Derek his iPhone with Larkins photo. E-mail this to yourself, and spread it around. Larkin is fifteen or twenty years older and maybe ten pounds heavier, dressed in a dark business suit and necktie, and he still has the beard. Devine glanced over at Stamos, who looked stunned in the face of this carnage. She looked alarmed when the name Cowl had come up, but Devine was intentionally not looking at her. He was instead staring at her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. It was just as informative as observing the real thing. He gave her a look up and down, taking the woman all in; she was just mesmerizing to him right now.I dont know, he lied as he looked away. What last lady? But you didnt, I said. Could I kill myself out there? She made herself smile. It was a very tiny one. She hipped her way out of the booth.Oh, all right. Im not wanted, Ill go. Because I didnt know there was anything in the sugar bowl. Fatigue set in, as if a switch had been flipped. Could I kill myself out there? She made herself smile. It was a very tiny one. Well, he went out to lunch with Doxey, his son-in-law and secretary of the company, and then he got in his car and drove to the Acme Coiffure and Beauty Salon. A burnt body? Mason asked. Yes, sir! The garage door slid shut..