18 Chapter 18

I sent the file to Matheson’s computer, then checked the time. It would still be about half an hour before he came in.

I minimized the page, poured myself another cup of coffee, and began scrolling through the latest updates on the status of various operations that fell under my purview.

One of our agents in Europe was overdue in reporting in. Josephson was one of Sperling’s, and now, therefore, one of mine. Although what the fuck Sperling had been up to sending him there—that was Stanley’s bailiwick, and when the one-leggedDirector of Foreign Affairs learned of this, he was going to be pissed Sperling was already dead, because he’d want to kill the son of a bitch all over again.