For the first time since she’d known him, Romney Glazer laughed. “You’re welcome to try, my dear. But you’ll find you can’t touch me. Unlike you, I’m not constantly reaching for newer horizons; that leaves one exposed. I’ve concentrated on defense, on digging in and preserving my domain. Any move you can try has already been anticipated, and can only boomerang on you. I’d suggest you put your affairs in order and start wearing a parachute—you’re in for a long fall.”
Joby mused on the conversation all the way back to her office. The worst thing about it was that Glazer was right: she couldn’t touch him. He played no politics, made no mistakes. He was always on the side of the Agency, and there was no way to fault him.
But I will weather this storm, she knew. I’ll eliminate Alain, solve th
