was to ask me how I became me. But my hand wasn’t formed in a fist, and I wasn’t aiming for his chin. I was aiming my bent over fingers for his throat. He was a high-level case officer with the Agency. A knife fell to the ground as he brought his hands up to his neck. I really wanted to tell this arrogant bastard where to shove it, but instead I said, “As you know, I have some rather special talents and contacts that could help with this.”
Bricker turned toward me and said brusquely, “I said your assistance will not be needed, W. He could show up there without raising suspicion. About twenty minutes out of Miami, he declared Mayday and said that he had engine failure. Concrete dust mixed with a strong smelling liquid covered the floors. Then he dropped below radar and headed east for Cuba. I set up the scanner tripod in the living room and another in the hallway next to the kitchen.
