When he learned Austin had been put in harm's way by a cockeyed intelligence scheme he erupted in an explosion that would have put Krakatoa to shame. The CIA's involvement added to the violence of his reaction. He was fond of LeGrand, but in Sandecker's uncompromising view the Company was pampered and overfunded.

While he relished the chance to put the CIA director in the hot seat, he saw it as more than an opportunity to vent his spleen. Sandecker wasn't above political chicanery. He was quite adept at it, in fact. One of his more valuable talents was the ability to stay ahead of his anger and use it to get his way. Targets of his rage had no idea that behind his laser-hot fury he was often serene, even joyful. His ability served him well. Presidents of both parties deferred to him. Senators and congressmen went out of their way to cultivate his acquaintance. Cabinet members instructed their staff to put through his phone calls without question.

LeGrand had readily accepted the admiral's invitation for a match because he was drenched with guilt over the incident in New York and welcomed the opportunity to make amends, even if it meant being humiliated on the squash court. To his surprise, Sandecker had greeted him with a smile and hadn't mentioned the incident throughout their play. He even offered to buy the first round at the juice bar.

“Thanks for the match on such short notice,” Sandecker said with his famous alligator smile.

LeGrand sipped his papaya juice and shook his head. “One of these days maybe I'll beat you.”

“Your backhand needs some work first,” Sandecker offered. “By the way, while I have your ear, I'd like to thank you for averting a potential tragedy involving my man Austin.”

This might not be as bad as he expected, LeGrand thought.

Sandecker maintained his disconcerting smile. “Pity you didn't get someone to respond more quickly,” he said. “You might have been able to save your asset.” He put heavy emphasis on the first syllable of the last word.

LeGrand groaned inwardly. It was obvious Sandecker was going to worry this one like a puppy with a bone.

Ignoring the play on words, the director said, “I'm sorry about that regrettable episode. The full extent of this, er, problem wasn't apparent at first. It was a very complex situation.”

“So I hear,” Sandecker said lightly. “Tell you what I'm going to do, Erwin. I will forget for the time being that a screwball scheme hatched by the OSS and carried out by the CIA went awry, almost killing the head of the NUMA Special Assignments Team and an innocent bystander and placing the speaker of the House in jeopardy.”

“You're very gracious, James,” LeGrand said.

Sandecker nodded. “No details of this schoolboy spy prank will ever go beyond the walls of NUMA.”

“The Agency appreciates your discretion,” LeGrand said.

Sandecker raised a red eyebrow. “You're not entirely off the hook,” he said archly. “In exchange I want a full accounting of this sordid affair.”