4“You guys belong at Buzzard Point,” I said. “So apt, given the way you do your jobs. Feeding on dead flesh.”
Mike didn’t raise an eyebrow. “Right. We go wherever we smell something rotten. Brought us straight to you.”
“It was you, wasn’t it? You blocked the upgrade of my clearance. You decided I couldn’t be trusted.”
His laugh was short. “Don’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out you’ve had a major conflict of interest all down the line.”
“You’re wrong,” I said, reaching for the doorknob.
He jerked his head toward the adjoining case room. “See you in there. You can tell me all about it.”
I pulled the door shut with a defiant click. Nobody tried to speak to me as I left the building. Probably afraid of getting punched in the nose. My fury had to be obvious, from the tight lin
