“What—” Jenner and Kirkpatrick both leaned forward, very interested now. Even Bram was intrigued.
“No.” Davies smirked. “We come to an agreement, and then you’ll get the information you want. You’ll have the files of every agent, director, and deputy director. You’ll take down the WBIS.” His gaze went from Jenner to Kirkpatrick. Apparently he felt the rest of us were immaterial.
“You know we’ll need to verify the information you have given us.” Jenner tapped a couple of floppy discs on his desk, good faith tokens, no doubt.
For a second, disdain crossed Davies’s features, but everyone’s attention was focused on the discs, and I wondered if anyone else had seen it. He pushed his chair back and stood, tossing a business card onto the desk. “I’ve got some things I need to do. You have my p
