Chapter 3Langley
December 24, 2002
“Working late, Mr. Mann?”
I smiled at the lone man behind the cafeteria counter. “Yes.” I’d gone there, hoping it was still open. Fortunately, it was.
“That sucks on Christmas Eve.”
“You know what work is like.” I smiled and shrugged. “I’m sorry to delay you, Lou.”
“No problem. We don’t have much left, but I can make you a sandwich.”
“That will be fine.”
“Mr. Vincent was here a little while ago.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.”
When word had spread throughout the intelligence community that the WBIS had been disbanded, there had been an air of almost riotous delight as agents of that organization scattered to all corners of the country and even beyond its borders. But when we’d learned Mark Vincent would be joining the CIA, the Company had held its collective br
