Chapter 10

“How’s your friend, Mark?”

“He’s resigned.”

“About the situation?”

“No, from the CIA.”

There was a moment of silence, then, “If he would like a job, the WBIS will be more than happy to offer him one.”

“I thought you said the WBIS wasn’t ready to accept a CIA officer into the fold.”

“Yes, but at this point, Quinton Mann is no longer CIA. In addition, I’m The Boss, am I not?”

Yeah, but I could see some of the asshole directors—the ones he planned to oust—using that to insinuate his brain was becoming fried and he could no longer be depended on to run the WBIS.

“Mark.” There was amusement in his voice. “Trust me, all right?”

“All right. Thanks,” I said gruffly. But if anyone challenged him, I’d tear them all new ones. “I’ll let him know. He’s… he’s upset people he’s worked with are in danger. It looks like the CIA isn’t going to step in to deal with this mess.”