Gregor strode out beside me. “Mrs. Mann—”
“Wait until we’re in the car.” Once the Town Car was back on the road, I said, “Let me have the car phone, please.”
“What’s going on, Portia? Holmes’s secretary looked terrified.”
“Quinton’s missing, and the CIA is sitting on its collective asses and doing nothing.”
“Goddammit!”
“My thoughts precisely.” I dialed the number for Shadow Brook and put it on speaker. “Ludovic, it’s Portia. Is Jefferson there?”
A few seconds later, my brother came on the line. “Portia, how are you?”
“I’ve been better, Jefferson. I need a favor.”
Although he had been retired from a desk job at the Company for almost ten years, he still kept in touch with former field officers. He listened intently as I repeated what DCI Holmes had told me.