Chapter 77

Novotny growled under his breath, but the woman opposite me remained composed. “Whywould you do that, Mr. Vincent?”

“I have the contacts—”

“As do I. Please don’t treat me as if I were stupid. I am well aware of your reputation in the intelligence community. Gregor.” Her eyes remained on mine as shespoke to him. “Please prepare tea. We’ll have it in here. You’ll have it with us.”

“Portia—”

“Please.”

He gave me a hard glare but obeyed her.

She waited until he left the room. “Why are you doing this? What is Quinton to you?”

“Your son is an excellent operative, ma’am. It would be this country’s loss if anything happened to him.”

“So this is strictly professional courtesy?”

I relaxed infinitesimally. It had worked; she’d bought it. “Of course, ma’am.”

“I don’t believe that for one moment, Mr. Vincent. The WBIS and the CIA have nothing to do with each other. What you’re doing could very well result in your dismissal from the WBIS.”