Oh Christ, Manning thought. Damage control, and he began scrolling through his PC address book.
“Roy barged in and caught Greg in his bedroom, organizing his briefcase. Currency exchange receipts, hotel reservation confirmations, all his stuff about his pressure group was in it.”
“Why’d he become such a pack rat?”
“To show, he bragged, to that financier how serious he was about CEASE. An argument erupted. Roy accused Greg of lying, of continuing with CEASE, despite promising not to. Greg shot back Roy was the liar. He accused Roy of not getting enough civilian contracts. They nearly got into it physically, before Greg shouted if we didn’t leave, he’d call the police.”
Of all the damn secrets to keep from me, Claire, he thought, while searching for a public relations firm in his address
