“Boss, you going to tell me what’s going on?” Marius said. Jack had all but forgotten Marius was there. Now he looked at him and tried to think of something to say. Mindful that outright lies had a way of outrunning the people who tell them, he settled instead on a plausible half-truth. “The woman driving the car is Cynthia Ross. Her husband is a security systems engineer who helped someone at Albion steal several of our designs. I had Rollins looking for him.” “And you think she was headed for the border?” “They have relatives in Canada,” Jack lied. “So where’s Rollins now?” Marius asked. “I don’t know. He was supposed to call me when he found her.” Marius looked skeptical. “If there was a security breach at Albion why didn’t you tell me?” “I wasn’t sure. I mean, I didn’t know for sure until Rollins found Ross.” “Yeah, but if you suspected –” “Marius, I’m having a bad fucking week. All right? You work for me, remember? Not the other way around.
