Chapter 2
I’d been working at Arlington Hall for about a week and a half and still hadn’t managed a meeting with Portia Sebring. I passed her in the hallways and on the stairs, always nodding politely but never making an effort to introduce myself. I was sure she knew who I was, her brother would have seen to it.
Sebring, Sr., called me. “Planning on making a move any time in the near future, Mann?” he demanded irritably.
“I thought you had confidence in my capabilities.”
“I don’t remember saying that.”
“I see. Would you prefer I return to the CIA, then?”
“No, no. No need to be so precipitate. You’ll contact me as soon as…”
“Trust me, sir. You’ll be among the first to know.”
“See to it.” He hung up without saying goodbye.
The next day in the cafeteria, I happened to overhear a tri
