“Everything settled?” Gage asked after retaking his seat.
“For the time being,” Morse replied.
“Good. Then let’s get down to business.” He looked pointedly at Morse. “You have no idea where Ash has gone to ground?”
“None whatsoever. He’s done as good a job as Kegan did at hiding his whereabouts.”
“We need every shred of information you have on him,” Gage said. “Everything. I don’t care if it’s classified, we need it.”
“I already have that.” Morse reached into the kneehole of his desk and a moment later a panel in the wall behind him slid open, revealing a safe. He stood, tapped the keys on a pad imbedded in the front of the safe, opened the door, then handed Gage a thick file. “It’s all there.”
“What are the chances Ash has left the country?” Kegan asked.
“What do you think?” Morse
