“This is true.” But I let how dubious I felt about that color my tone of voice.
“Quinn, what are you getting at?” For the first time, Bram spoke.
“Wallace has been in this business for more years than anyone in this room, and he’s known for always playing a very deep game. Who’s to say he’s not doing that now? Look.” I uncrossed my legs and leaned forward, catching the gaze of each man in the room and making my expression as earnest as I could. “He sets up a situation where Davies comes across as a disgruntled employee willing to sell out the company where he’s worked for thirty years. Davies arrives here, willing to give us the WBIS on a silver platter, and we swallow what he tells us, hook, line, and sinker.”
“You’re a real downer, Mann,” Drum groused, and I shrugged.
“All I’m saying is we’d be foolish to accept his words at face value without seriously examining them.”