Chapter 11I was running on fumes by the time I got back to Washington, but I went directly to the building that housed the WBIS. I typed up my report and saved a modified copy to my hard drive, as per Mr. Vincent’s instructions. Then I went to his office to debrief.
He listened in silence, all the while studying my face. When I’d finished, all he said was, “You look like s**t, Matheson.”
“Thank you, sir.” He waited, but I had no intention of having my head bitten off. I wasn’t going to explain that I hated jobs like the one I’d been sent to do, and I had no intention of telling him the trip home had too many connecting flights.
“Very good.” He looked pleased. “Now, about your connecting flights…”
Oh f**k. Had he learned what I had done?
“One of them was to Florida, and you spent nine
