“You wish to see my employer?”
“Not necessarily now, obviously. At some convenient time. If she's interested.” It sounded weak even as he said it.
“Hmm.” Mann paused to think. Or, more likely, to communicate with the woman who paid for his comfortable lifestyle. Of course, she'd know who Simms was. Genetically. She must have known when they first met. She might even have guessed he'd been the one in her collection all those years ago. She'd be suspicious, now. Question was, would she take the bait or refuse to see him?
“Perhaps I should call back,” said Simms. “At a more convenient time. Please, if you ever need the services of a genehunter, you know how to reach me.” He rose to leave.
Mann watched him but made no attempt to stop him. “Very well, Mr. Simms. As you say, we know very wel
