Chapter 76

Matheson took a final look at Jameson’s body, gave a brisk nod, and then left—I was pleased with the way he had shaped up—and I called Max Futé, the WBIS’s resident doctor.

He picked up right away. “Oui?” Max had worked for the Division for a time and was used to being on call.

“Max, it’s Vincent. Is Smitty there?”

“But of course.”

There was muffled murmuring, and then Smitty came on the line. “What’s up, Vince?”

Obviously, he wasn’t pissed at me anymore for waking him up in the middle of the night so I could inform him I needed that information on Cameron Snow.

“A body should be arriving at the morgue shortly. Be there.”

“Who’d you kill this time?”

“I’m cut to the quick that you should think such erroneous thoughts about me,” I said unctuously.

“I’ll bet. Why don’t you just tell me what the skinny is?”

“A man got hit by a bus.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah. He was CIA.” I couldn’t help grinning. I knew it came over in my tone of voice, but Smitty wouldn’t care a shit.