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“Maybe not, but his boss certainly could.” Kade “Doc” Butler was among the most respected people in the intelligence community. He’d turned it down, but more than once, he’d been offered the job of CIA director. Some said if he decided to, the man could easily run for president and win. “Or Decker.”
“Right. Thank you, Zeppelin. At the very least, one or both of them could suggest someone else who’d be able to get an audience with her. I truly hate to go above Marchand’s head, but I feel I must.”
“There is no other option, Nem. He’s put the coalition he created in jeopardy.”
“Understood. Again, thanks, Zep.”
Before we ended the call, I told her what had transpired last night and about the stakeout we had planned for tomorrow morning.
No sooner had I rang off when another call came in from Magnet.
“Hey, Zep. Are you free to talk?”
“As a matter of fact, I am. Verity is bathing.”
“Bathing? Okay, whatever. Anyway, I’m calling about Schön.”
“Yes, quite the Charlie Foxtrot. I just got off the phone with Nem.”
“What’s your take on her?”
“As I told Nemesis, I think the bigger problem is with Marchand. She’s his niece, you know.”
“What?Good God.I didn’t.”
“That Marchand clearly kept it a secret is indicative of the bigger problem.”
“She’s about to join my task force, Zep.”
“According to Macht, the other Swiss agent assigned to this op, she’s very intelligent and has it in her to be a good agent.”
“But?”
I chuckled, remembering I’d said the same thing. “I think it best you form your own opinions.”
“Thanks a lot, mate.”
“Where are you now?” I asked, wanting to steer the conversation away from Schön.
“London. About to return to Shere. How goes it with Verity?”
I ran my hand through my hair, forgetting it was full of black powder. “Good.”
He chuckled. “Good? That’s it.”
“Better than expected?”
“You haven’t, you know…”
“No, but we have kissed.”
“Good God, Zep. What are you thinking?”
I’d tell him I wasn’t, and that was the problem. However, I wouldn’t say anything that would give him the impression I was disparaging Verity. “It’s complicated.”
“I’ll say.”
“Good night, Mag.”
