Imposter (Premier Mystery Series #2)

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9780849944864: Imposter (Premier Mystery Series #2)

Matt Kelly's knack for concealing his identity is his greatest asset as a federal agent. But when an assignment gets personal, discovering who he really is may prove to be the toughest mission of all.

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Davis Bunn is an internationally-acclaimed author who has sold more than four million books in fifteen languages. He has been honored with three Christy Awards and is a sought-after lecturer in the art of writing. Visit his website at davisbunn.com.

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Chapter One

Megan Kelly strolled the central aisle of Lexington Market like a star. Hers was the role of a lifetime, the waif from Fells Point finally gaining the spotlight. Her audience knew it, of course. Half the stalls bore posters with her husband's picture. The other half weren't worth noticing and certainly would never see any of her trade. She was accompanied by her son, Matt, which made the afternoon truly perfect. Matt had a profile made for Mount Rushmore and a personality made for concealment. Most men as handsome as her son were destined for leadership. Matt, however, hated any kind of attention. Even fawning women left him uncomfortable. Matt Kelly had honed a talent for hiding in plain daylight. Which seemed odd only to those who did not know the reasons. And Megan Kelly knew her son very well.

So Megan did what only she could do for Matt, which was to draw him out, at least a little. She moved more slowly and shone more brilliantly, so that even Matt was illuminated by her presence. At every stall she shook the patron's hand and then said the same words, singing them with pride, "Have you met my handsome young man?"

Baltimore's Lexington Market was the oldest still operating in America, founded just after the Revolutionary War and seldom cleaned since. Early in the last century, when Baltimore's port serviced a burgeoning population, Lexington Market was the upscale place to shop. This neighborhood boasted the first skyscrapers south of New York, with their lower floors reserved for fashionable stores. From dawn to dusk the area served as America's first pedestrian zone.

But nothing remained the same for long in Baltimore. The high-rises had stood empty for a generation, and the acres of diamonds and furs had been replaced by pawnshops and dollar stores. The pedestrian streets were lined with hawkers and grifters and bums. Lexington Market stood as a citadel against the worst a modern world could offer.

Yet Baltimore remained the perpetual fighter, knocked about but never defeated. Megan's husband led a new consortium that had declared a block-by-block war. Downtown, as their development was called, was the largest inner-city project in Baltimore's history. Nine city blocks--thirty-three derelict skyscrapers--with Lexington Market at its heart. Small wonder the stallholders backed her husband's bid for the United States Senate.

Megan stopped by Polish Johnny's to buy a yard of kielbasa, sausage guaranteed to lift the diner's cholesterol level by double figures. The manager made a process of wiping his hands before reaching across to shake her own. She introduced her son, stating, "Matt has just graduated from some secret agent school I can never remember the name of. I went down for the ceremony, of course. He graduated first in his class. The head of the Secret Service himself pinned the medal on Matt's chest."

Megan had to shout against the market's din. But anybody raised in Fells Point, the worst of Baltimore's waterfront slums, knew how to make themselves heard. She pretended not to see her son's embarrassment as he shook the stallholder's hand and accepted congratulations from admirers on all sides. She handed Matt her latest purchase, started down the aisle, and asked her son, "What would you like for dinner tonight?"

"Peace and quiet."

"Don't be silly. What could be grander than this?" she asked.

Megan Kelly was overdressed, as always. Fashionable attire was her signature. Today it was a coarsely woven linen jacket with gold brocade and buttons, black silk dress, matching alligator purse and shoes. Her hair was sculpted gray, her eyes merry. They stopped for chocolate at Mary's, where the manager drew out her best wares from hidden shelves and proudly served this strange lady from another era. In this place, Megan Kelly could have worn the crown jewels and remained safe. Lexington Market protected its own.

Megan Kelly had worked equally as hard on her voice. The Fells Point slang had been left behind with the rags and the beer buckets and the stench of unfulfilled dreams. She introduced Matt to the next outstretched hand, "My son, the federal agent. Off to save the world."

As they left the market, Matt asked the inevitable, "How goes the race?"

"Same as when we talked last week. Neck and neck."

"Last week Zelbert was five points behind you." Rolf Zelbert was the Republican candidate, a dental surgeon and alderman from Annapolis.

Megan watched Matt stow the last of her packages in the trunk. "There are bound to be bumps here and there."

Matt stepped two paces away from the car as Megan greeted three passersby. No man as virile as Megan Kelly's son could make himself vanish entirely. But he tried. The cause of Matt's withdrawn nature was the one battle that left her perpetually defeated. Megan hid her sorrow behind an even grander smile, urged the ladies to vote for her husband, and found herself recalling a secret from Matt's childhood. In the lonely evenings when Paul Kelly was off fighting his dragons and she and Matt were alone, Matt would make her laugh for hours with his ability as a mimic. He could copy almost anyone's voice and stance, male or female. But Matt had refused to ever imitate his father. The few times she had made the request, he had frozen solid. Megan Kelly had become adept at not mentioning Paul Kelly any more than necessary around her son. She hid the sadness behind her laughter, down with all the other flaws knitted into both their lives.

But she would not dwell on such impossibilities now. Not with her son home and Washington beckoning. So when they were safely seated in the car and the world was locked outside, she replied to his repeated query with the truth. "Zelbert has gained four points."

"Zelbert's share has lifted four points in a week?"

"Your father has never lost a race."

"Two terms in the state legislature doesn't make for much of a history. Come on, Mom. The television cameras are off. It's just us here."

Matt Kelly could not have cared less about politics. Megan knew this. Matt asked because Megan Kelly loved politics with a ferocity that baffled her son. Megan Kelly lived for this. She could turn the latest opinion poll into a three-hour conversation. She looked forward to November like a child awaiting Christmas. Her voice rose two octaves just saying the word out loud: Washington.

And she could be far more honest with her son than she could ever be with her husband. These days, Paul Kelly was a volatile mixture of confidence and panic. He needed stroking on an hourly basis. If not from her, then from Sol, Paul's campaign manager and best friend. Megan said, "The national party is throwing money at Zelbert. He's got double our airtime. Sol is very worried."

"What about the DNC?"

"Our people keep promising funds but so far they haven't delivered." She banged her fist on a silk-clad leg. "We're right on Washington's doorstep. But all they can see is how Maryland has gone Democrat in every off-year election since the First World War. I'm out there every day, Matt. I hear what people are saying. The state is going red before our very eyes. I can't get anybody at national headquarters to listen."

Megan watched her son drive past Maryland General, headed for Martin Luther King Boulevard and home. Matt had an unflappable steadiness that was utterly at odds with her husband's explosive nature. Like so much else they did not hold in common. "Enough politics. Tell me what's happening in your life."

Matt deflected, as usual. "You just saw me at the graduation ceremony."

"I was so proud of you, Matt. Your father was immensely sorry he had to miss it, but you know the pressures he faces."

Matt glared. "I know all right."

She kept her tone bright. "First in your class, being honored by that general, what was his name?"

"Walton. He prefers to be called Ambassador."

"He's your new boss; is that right?"

"He's director of State Department Intelligence. He is also universally loathed. Word is, he eats young careers like Cheerios." Matt glanced over. "I've been approached by the CIA."

This was new. And unwelcome. "Surely you'd prefer to stay where you are."

"CIA has offered me a posting in ops."

"And this is a good thing?"

"It means action. And foreign assignments. Both of which I want."

Megan Kelly almost succeeded in suppressing her shudder. "But if you stay at State at least there is the possibility of moving in a civilized direction."

"Exactly what I want to avoid at all costs."

"Even at the risk of worrying your old mother to death?"

"You're not old."

It was a familiar argument, one she had already lost. She changed course with, "How is your young lady? I'm sorry, I don't remember . . ."

"Trish. She's fine. We're not." Matt drove slowly down Eutaw, hung a right on Wilson and then a left into the alley behind their home. He pulled up beside the carport and parked. "But it's okay."

Megan touched her son's arm, stopping him from opening his door. "I know you'd like the world to think you don't care about this stream of young ladies who treat your life like just another revolving door. I also know something is bothering you very deeply."

Matt had emerald eyes that changed in depth and tone. Which was odd, given that both her and her husband's gazes were gray. She always claimed Matt had inherited her mother's eyes, which had been a secret lifelong joke. Her mother had been a bartender since she was eleven, working in her own mother's corner dive. The only color Megan Kelly could recall in her mother's eyes was red.

Matt replied, "Trish says every time we get together it's like a first date."

Megan Kelly's phone rang. She could not turn it off, not with the election only five weeks away. She slipped ...

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