CHAPTER FOURTEENSimon sat impassively while Colin read the letter and its enclosure. Carey’s brother was taking longer than he ought to have needed. Simon knew what was going on; he had no intention of making it easy for him.
Colin licked his lips: he did not want this; on the other hand, it was Carey’s business, Carey’s thing.
“When did this come?”
“Before the weekend.”
Colin studied the man opposite. He was a stocky man, dark hair in a ponytail, wearing a neatly pressed, white suit. His skin was slightly pock-marked: enough to take the edge off an otherwise striking face. Matthew, The Teacher, was the only other Programme member Colin had met. Matthew had floated into Colin’s office; this man, Simon, landed like a rock-fall.
“This isn’t really our sort of thing, you know.”
Simon sm
