Tombs watched her with a flat stare. The man had mastered the art of hiding his emotions. “I take it you want another meeting,” he said. “Should I assemble the upper ranks of the RCMP and CSIS?”
“No, that would be too obvious,” she replied hastily. “News of a major gathering like that would find its way back into the wrong ears, and we could be dealing with yet another terrorist attack. No, this has to be private. Just you and me.
“I want you to book a hotel room somewhere far away from Ottawa. That way the chances of Leo showing up will be slim. Make up some excuse about a private family emergency. I will meet you and deliver the evidence in person.”
Peter Tombs frowned, turning his head so that he wasn't looking directly at her. He blinked several times behind his glasses. “You realiz
