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Buck wasn’t sure which he disliked more; the coffee jitters or the hangover they were designed to combat. By the sixth cup he felt he was just about back in the game.
All things considered, he felt that he could put off falling on his sword, at least for a few days. First he would check back with Loren to see if he had received any more data points on his ghost traveler.
Loren listened to a few excuses, before he reminded Buck that it was only Buck’s bonus that was taking the hit, and therefore as far as he cared, Buck could take all the time he needed; Loren would get his 15% regardless. And “Yes as a matter of fact there was another hit on the card; this one for a ticket from Brussels to Zurich. The computer made a probable connection with the Trinity Collider. There is a conference scheduled to begin there in two days and a 90% probability that he will be among the attendees.”
Buck had offered his excuses prospecting for hints as to whether ‘the sponsor’ was making any connection between the heart attack victim and his sanctioned assassination attempt. If not he would continue to keep tight lipped about it. He needed to find out if his screw up had made him a blip on the screen. He could only hope they wouldn’t do an autopsy on the dead guy.
His self-pity binge had put him behind by at least another day but considering he wasn’t wanted for murder yet, he had to settle with being pleased with the expertise he had shown even if he had dispatched the wrong target.
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Chapter 15 – In a RUT
A lie requires much maintenance; truth needs only to stand fast.
Anonymous