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“We were talking about your recruitment. Bunting wanted to hire you?”
“Understand that the E-Program even seven years ago was not what it is today. It came on-line two years after 9/11. Since then it’s grown immeasurably both in fiscal appropriation and operational scope. Its budget is in the billions, and there’s not one intelligence arena it does not serve. That alone makes it totally unique. Well, my brother’s intellectual gifts made it even more special.”
“And he wanted you to run it. I’m sure you were more than capable, but wasn’t it his job to do that?”
“Bunting was expanding his business back then. He wanted to delegate. I’d had a very successful career. And to those in the field my successes were well known. I attracted his attention. We were contemporaries. Our philosophical identities weren’t so different. It would have made me a great deal of money and taken me out of what had become a very dangerous occupation. And it would free him up to pursue other business opportunities. On paper it seemed perfect.”
“On paper,” said Sean. “But not in practice?”
She put her cup down. “I came very close to accepting. For a number of reasons. Eddie was with the IRS by then. He seemed happy and challenged. Well, to the extent anything can actually challenge him. But our mother had just died.”
“And he’d be all alone?”
“Yes. I wasn’t sure that he could cut it all by himself. This job would allow me to spend more time with him, become more of a presence in his life.”
“So what happened? It seemed perfect.”
“At the end I couldn’t do it. I wasn’t prepared for what would amount to a desk job. I’d also gotten used to being my own boss, running my own show. Bunting had the rep of being a micromanager. I wasn’t ready for that.”
“And maybe you weren’t ready to be a caretaker for your brother either.”
“Maybe I wasn’t,” she admitted. “In retrospect it was astonishingly selfish of me. I put my career wants over my brother’s needs. I guess maybe I’d always done that.”
“You wouldn’t be the first person.”
“Small comfort.” She hesitated. “I had been his protector when he was young.”
“Against his father?” asked Sean quietly.
Paul rose and walked to the window, looked out at the stormy night.
She said, “He was just a little boy. Couldn’t take care of himself.”
“But you did.”
“I did what was right.”
“Your stepfather’s death?”
She turned to look at him. “I have probably more regrets than most. That is not one of them.”
“So you recommended your brother for the program years later?”
Paul seemed relieved by the change in the direction of the conversation. She sat back down. “There was no one to touch him in the very skill sets the program required. He was so good they designated him an E-Six, the first ever.” There was sisterly pride in her voice.
“And Bunting and you?”
“What about it?”
“You and your brother were both vetted for positions with the E-Program. Bunting must know you two are related.”
“So? I seriously doubt Bunting thinks I framed my own brother for murder.”
“But he may think you’re working from behind the scenes to help him.”
“Well, I am. But again, I don’t think Bunting will perceive that as a threat. If Eddie is cleared Bunting gets him back.”
“At Cutter’s your brother just stares at the ceiling, never says a word, never moves a muscle. Is he pretending?”
