“Nothing has come up, okay? Look. Don’t you have operations of your own to run? Go annoy Drum. Or better yet, Mann.”
Everyone knew Drum had a wild hair up his ass when it came to me, but why mention Quinn? “Uh…Why Mann, Stanley?”
“He’s one of the best the CIA has to offer.”
Right, that made sense. Nothing but the best for me. “Okay, but you’ll contact me as soon as you’ve got something.” That wasn’t a question,
“Didn’t I say I would? Jesus, yes, I promise. Now just stop calling me!” There was such restraint in the way he set the receiver down that I knew he would rather have slammed it.
Yeah, well, Josephson was mine, dead or alive. I thought of the little old man who’d opened the door when we’d gone to tell him his grandson was dead. His face had crumpled and fat tears had run down h
