“Forget that nonsense,” Sinclair-1 snapped. “We’ve got to take Sullivan out of the picture.”
Now you’re talking, Luca thought. “I’ll talk to my people,” he said. “If they clear it…”
Sinclair-1 shot him a hard look. “I’m not talking about your methods. We’ll take him out without laying a finger on him.” To Voss: “He’s an attorney. Find out who his clients are. He works both sides of the labor fence, so let’s see what unions and companies use him.”
Voss was nodding and grinning. “I see which way this breeze is blowin.”
“But let’s not stop there. What’s the name of his firm?”
“Payes and Hecht.”
“Good. Make a list of their biggest clients. When you’ve put all that together, we’ll sit down and see what arms we can twist, what favors we can call in.”
“Right. We’ll have his firm give that boy a choice: Drop the sims or we drop you.”
Sinclair-1’s smile was tight. “When we’re finished with Mr. Patrick Sullivan, he’ll wish to God he’d never laid eyes on a sim.” He turned back to Luca. “That leaves OPRR. What’s the status there?”
“Under control.” Luca glanced at his watch. “I should be checking back with my office now.”
Actually, his security force didn’t need him. The OPRR team was being expertly corralled, and would see only what they were supposed to see. But he’d had enough of this meeting. And the knowledge that the luscious Cadman woman was somewhere on the campus burned like a flame inside him. Something about her had reached a deep, usually well-insulated part of him. He wanted another look at her, wanted to be in the same room, breathe the same air, catch her scent, brush against her…
“Maybe you should be checking a little closer,” Sinclair-1 said. “I understand there was an incident yesterday.”
Luca tensed. “What incident?”
“The OPRR point scout saw something she shouldn’t have.”
Damn! How had he learned that?
“She saw an unmarked truck, nothing more.”
“She shouldn’t have seen that truck at all .”
“And she wouldn’t have if she’d stuck to her schedule. She was supposed to arrive at one. The truck was scheduled to be long gone before noon. But there she was making a stink at the gate five hours early.”
“What did she see?” Voss said.
“An unmarked truck pull out of Basic’s secure loading dock and head up the road. No reason for her to think it was anything more than a supply truck making routine deliveries.”
He didn’t mention her question about it heading for the airport.
“Lucky for us,” the CEO said. “But what if something untoward had happened, say, an improperly latched rear door swinging open while she was standing there staring at it? What then?”
“I don’t waste time worrying about things that never happened.”
The CEO stared at him a moment. “Let’s just hope that little incident does not come back to haunt us.”
Luca said nothing. He also didn’t want to mention the fact that the truck hadn’t been completely unmarked. It had had a license plate. He wondered if Romy Cadman had noticed that. And if so, had she cared. He hadn’t seen her write anything down, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t memorized it. But why would she bother? OPRR wasn’t interested in trucks.
But they’d sure as hell have been interested in what that one was carrying.
Nothing to worry about as far as Luca could see. The truck had been driven aboard the cargo plane and whisked away to Idaho. The OPRR inspection was going by the numbers—his numbers. Everything under control. No sweat.
Although he wouldn’t mind getting sweaty with their chief inspector.
He yanked his thoughts away from that warm little fantasy to the matters at hand. As he saw it, this Sullivan guy and the sim unionization thing were powder kegs. Let Sinclair-1 and Voss try to put Sullivan on the ropes their way. If that worked, fine. If not, his people would step in and settle the matter his own way. For good.
Either way, the future was not going to be a happy place for a certain shyster named Patrick Sullivan.
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