When they walked into Sylvia Albrecht’s office, Len Barber and George Coates were already waiting. “What’s he got, Leland?” Sylvia asked. “He didn’t say; but judging from his tone, it’s big,” Dutcher said, glancing at his watch. “It should be any time now—” As if on cue, Sylvia’s intercom buzzed. She pressed the button. “Yes.” “Call for you on secure five.” Sylvia disconnected and pressed another button. “Albrecht.” “It’s me,” Tanner said. “I’m secure on my end.” “Here, too. You’re on conference; everyone’s here. Where do we stand?” “Neck deep in a swamp,” Tanner replied. “The Barak is here and so is Litzman. We made contact with Susanna.” He passed along her information about Svetic, then said, “We decided it was time to push Mr. Root for some answers.
