Difficult as his job was, therapy had been no respite. He might have otherwise felt pampered in the Johannesburg palace, but his injuries negated any rest. Between painkillers his body was afire. He requested doses only large enough to take the edge off. The last thing he wanted was an addiction to pills. Mac was disgusted with himself for two gaffes. He had hollered over the air that believers were on board Global One. Fortunately Dwayne Tuttle, the erstwhile “Dart,” had covered for him. But Mac had also tossed Leon Fortunato, of all people, his secure phone. It was nearly twice as heavy as a normal cell phone, packed with so much secure technology. Leon hadn’t seemed to notice, but what if someone had called Mac while Leon had the phone? If they didn’t recognize Leon’s voice or had less than perfect reception, they could have compromised the whole Trib Force. What troubled Mac was that neither lapse was a result of panic or desperation; both were due to lack of faith.
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