“Preliminary Findings on Abnormalities Sighted Among Native Fish Populations.” His heart began to pound. “What the hell is this?”

“You tell us,” Flint said. “It’s your project.”

“You think this is linked to Jackson Hydro?”

“We’re damn well going to find out.”

David flipped through the file, which included a confusing jumble of figures and chemical formulas. “I don’t get it.”

Flint took back the file. “A week ago some kid caught two smelt fish from under the ice of the St. John, about six miles down from the plant. Both had growths on their head and gills. He brought the fish home, and his mother showed them to the police, who contacted Environmental Protection.”

“Why didn’t anyone mention this before?”

“They’ve just told all of us today, Mr. Pierce,” said Thompson. “Did you think they would come find you before anyone else? Maybe they think we love surprises. I’m sure we’d all appreciate some advance warning.”

“Why, so you could be sure to cover your tracks?” Flint was steaming. “That plant is an environmental hazard. There are numerous violations going on up there. You think you can buy off the locals—”

“We aren’t in the business of buying anyone off, Mr. Flint,” Thompson said. “Frankly, I resent your tone.”

“Excuse me,” David said. “I don’t mean to jump in here out of turn, but I studied the files on this project pretty carefully during the past few days, and other than the access road problems, everything looked in order. Have you all had the chance to review Hydro’s records?”

“Actually, no,” Flint said with a grim smile. “Your company hasn’t exactly embraced the concept of full disclosure.”

“Look, Mr. Thompson can tell you more than I can. But I’m sure the company would be willing to share any documentation you wish to review. Why shouldn’t they? It’s a hydroelectric power plant, not a military facility.”

The four men looked at each other like a bunch of trained seals. “Well, Mr. Thompson?” Flint said. “How about it?”

Thompson looked like he’d swallowed something very distasteful. “There are privacy and competitive issues. But I’m sure we can provide you with what you need.” Ronald Stevens remained silent; only a swiftly pulsing vein on his temple kept him from looking like a corpse. His skin was gray, his face chalky. David realized that he hadn’t said a word the whole meeting, not even so much as hello. How does it feel to be a ‘yes’ man, Mr. Stevens?