“How do you know they will?”
“Because it’ll be a red herring, and we’ll lead them to it. Trust me, ma’am, they do their best work for us.”
He walked out into the hallway.
“Look,” she protested, following him. “I can’t even type that fast, much less—”
“48 hours,” he repeated, and left the building.
She’d done it, too. She’d outlined a program and assembled a team, though she might have chosen her staff more carefully. There’d been no background checks, no d**g tests—very little screening of any kind. Of the people she’d hired, only Nimson was familiar (and she knew what an asshole he was). Oberon Gore—the zoo keeper—had come highly recommended; she wasn’t too worried about him. But what about his team of handlers? What about the security firm she’d employed to patrol the grounds once p
