“To what do I owe this pleasure, Major Pete?” Roy said, looking up. He pulled his glasses off and massaged his tired eyes, then ran his hands over his bald dome. “Depends on what kind of mood you’re in, Cal. I’d like to keep my job when you get confirmed as Secretary.” “Got a reason why I’d put an ad in the paper?” “One just turned up.” Kennally moved forward but didn’t sit down. “One of our agents was quarantined, a Division Six man named Dogan.” Roy mocked putting his hands over his ears. “I’m not supposed to hear stuff like that.” “This time you’d better. It turns out Dogan was in Liechtenstein at the same time Locke was, and apparently they were supposed to meet at a hotel room in Rome. And the quarantine order was restricted. That means somebody doesn’t want Dogan coming in at all.” “How do you know all this?” Kennally sighed. “Because one of our agents went to Rome and got himself killed in Dogan’s place. That’s what put me on to the connection in the first place.
