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“Hmm.” “Yes.” “And that trip to Bangkok was worse than useless.” “Yes.” “And this isn’t the first wild goose chase he’s sent you on.” I leaned my head back against the headrest. “No.” “Sounds to me like general pissiness on the DCI’s part.” I had to laugh at that, but it did sound passive-aggressive, now that I thought about it. “But why? That’s the epitome of unprofessionalism.” “If I recall correctly, he’s had a wild hair up his ass since that FUBAR in Paris. He wasn’t happy that someone not CIA was involved in your rescue.” “But Mother was going to have someone come looking for me anyway. Benjamin Monroe, if I recall correctly.” “Yes. However, Monroe wasn’t WBIS; he was someone your uncle, who had been CIA, recommended.” “Still—” “Quinn, Vincent stuck his nose where it wasn’