And that was that. George pulled out a leather chair across from Pablo, signaling that discussion had ended. He seemed to him in a hurry for some reason. He had started their meeting early. He had scolded Stuart and Johnny Rake for being late. And in his rush, he had overlooked, Pablo noticed, a major reason for sending him to San Diego. “Hold on. What about RCB’s still missing computer?”
George pushed himself in. “Someone else will liaise with the FBI on that. We’ve got something bigger for you.”
He looked rejuvenated, Pablo could tell. He no longer rattled around like an old man. He had an excited shine to his once-haggard eyes and a restless energy, as well. The George he had known during his training days, a man utterly sure of himself, had resurfaced.
“A note of thanks first to The
