Chapter 93

“What happens if you refuse to write the book the way this schmuck wants you to?”

“I’ll never write in this town again?” I smiled ruefully.

“Want me to go talk to him?”

“No. That’s kind of you, but it isn’t necessary.”

“You don’t let me have any fun.”

“I know. I’m a cruel man.”

“You’re a good man.” He rubbed my shoulders. “Look. Take some time to think about it. I’ve got enough money to support you in the style you’re accustomed to.”

I drew back and glared at him. “I have enough money to support me in the style to which I’m accustomed.”

“Well, shit. I don’t get to be your sugar daddy? You’re a spoilsport, Mann.”

“And you’re an idiot.” But I could see what he was trying to do, and I appreciated it.

“No, I’m serious. If you want to work at the WBIS, I can put in a good word for you. You know The Boss was all for it after you left the CIA—you were a damned good spook. If I tell him you’re interested, he’ll be more than willing to agree to it.”