cell phone chirped, since neither it nor the “Deby” phone rang often. Was it Sherbani or Lormes, the only people with the number? Good news or bad? He pushed back from the desk and fished the phone from his pocket. “Hello.”“How goes it old chap? Long time no talk.”“Ste…Derek? You’re…you’re…what happened? How can…”“It is I, mate, alive and well. You didn’t really believe I could stay in that job after the incident? I had our Mr. Lormes arrange a transition, all part of the detailed plan. Now I am the strategist for our program.”“I thought the original plan had you down here to help manufacture the product.”“We set you up to run that part of the project. We even recruited employees to help, and you’re doing a great job. I understand you had some problems recently, but you are handling it. How is our friend doing?”“He needs specialized medical treatment. He’ll be happy to hear you’re okay. Maybe you can get him the medical treatment he needs.”“Don’t tell him anything about me.”“Why…”“Just don’t,”
