Chapter 101

“Mr. Jameson?”

“Sorry. We have nothing. The boy is surrounded by people who carry guns and don’t seem reluctant to use them.”

“Hmm. Dr. Gautier is going to be disappointed in your less than expeditious handling of this situation.”

“Look,” he snarled. “I’m doing the fucking best I can.”

“Tsk, tsk, Mr. Jameson. Language. Your best is obviously not good enough.”

Eric gritted his teeth. He’d come into contact with Finchley before, and the man was obviously a fairy who was obnoxious in the extreme.

“Dr. Gautier is considering putting this on hold for the time being.”

“Why?”

“That’s hardly your concern.”

Fuck the fag and fuck the woman! She’d been in such a goddamned rush, and now she throws this shit at him? “What about the funding for Senator Wexler?”

“That will be on hold also. If you’re the caliber of staff the senator has on hand—”

“I don’t work for the senator per se.”

“Indeed.”