Jam chuckled. “I, of course, have no job at all, except to keep you out of trouble.” She flicked her hand. “And with all the big bad guys gone, that might not be so much of a job anymore either.” She hesitated, then shook a finger at Ping sternly. “But you aren’t allowed to kill the Imam.”
Ping shrugged. “Ah, he’s a lightweight. Why bother? I suspect someone else will whack him for us when you get right down to it.”
Jam picked up the main thread again. “So, looks like we’re seriously unemployed.” She pursed her lips. “Something will probably come up.”
Ben Wilson stared at the documents on the wallscreen without seeing them. Those documents would soon create the world’s largest charitable foundation.
He had finished reading it minutes ago. Now he stared at the words, seeing only the con
