I’d been doing a lot of that since I’d received my promotion. “All right, sir. I’ll put Matheson on it.” I raised my cup to take a sip.
“Do you know, Holmes and I went to Yale together, were fraternity brothers? He used to be a friend of mine.”
I swallowed my coffee wrong and couldn’t avoid choking. “Excuse me, sir.” I put the cup down, found a handkerchief, and blotted up the moisture.
“Yes. That’s about how I see it now.”
“I imagine killing him is out of the question then?”
“If I thought we could get away with it…No matter who handled his erasure, it would come back to the WBIS.”
I understood. If Holmes was in a car accident, if he had a stroke at a wedding, if he tripped over a f*****g wrinkle in his carpet—the WBIS would take the blame for it.
“I’ll give it some thought. Maybe w
