Chapter 14
The next day I was at my computer, working on something Mr. Vincent had given me. Odd things seemed to be going on in Europe. A group calling itself Prinzip had suddenly shown up on the radar of the various intelligence communities. So far, two WBIS agents and six CIA operatives who had assignments on the Continent had gone missing.
The buzz of my intercom jolted me out of my intense concentration. I keyed the response button. “Yes?”
“Mr. Matheson.” It was my secretary. “Mr. Davies wants you in his office immediately!”
The senior director of public relations. A frisson of anticipation ran up my spine. It was show time! “Tell him I’ll be with him shortly.”
Unlike other government organizations whose very lifeblood depended on how the public perceived them, the WBIS used i
