Chapter 18

“Son of a fucking bitch. Do you think he was working with the WBIS?”

“It’s possible. We’ve started an extensive check on his whereabouts and his financial transactions going back for the last three years. He was so busy looking out for number one, playing both sides against the middle, that it never occurred to him he owed any one organization his loyalty.”

“Bastard.”

“Yes. You know what aggravates me the most, though? The formula for the cyclotron is worthless.”

“How? I thought our scientists had checked it out.”

“They don’t have a clue, but from what I’ve heard, they were all ready to weep.”

“Yeah, it does suck. Oh, well. Huntingdon is the organization that’s out all that money.” DB grinned as if that thought pleased him, then sobered as he apparently recalled that we’d shelled out a goodly amount of cash as well. “You think that was why Bruchner wanted protection all of a sudden?”

“Considering that whoever toys with Huntingdon answers to the WBIS? It makes sense.”