“And sugar.”
He gave me the sugar bowl.
“Thank you.”
“Mr. Vincent?”
“Yeah. Matheson. How is it you know how Mann takes his coffee?”
Matheson had been bending forward to hand Mark his cup. Now he straightened slowly. “He’s the Ice Man, sir, and you’re involved with him. It made sense that I learned what I could about him.”
“Who have you shared this information with?”
“No one, sir. It’s hardly a matter of WBIS security that Mr. Mann prefers half-and-half in his coffee.”
“I see.” Mark was studying his agent with deadly intent. “And the fact that I’m involved with him?”
“Mr. Vincent, you didn’t object when I moved in with Theo. You didn’t give us a hard time when we got engaged. Who you’re involved with is nobody’s business but your own.” He cleared his throat. “Would you like roast b
