It was rare of the admiral to have a cigar in his office. The room was large, with a desk at one end and a more informal conference area at the other, and the office permitted a great deal of pacing on the admiral's part. "I have a tip that Gaudet wants to talk," he began. The chief puffed extra hard on his cigar and Baptiste could see a brightness in the eyes. "How do you talk with Gaudet in the future?" the admiral questioned. "I dial a cell phone number." "Do you have it all down in the file?" "Oh yes." "What kind of a deal could the French government make with a man like Gaudet?" "Offer to buy Chaperone," Baptiste answered. "Yes, except I thought he doesn't have it." "But he's a dog in the hunt with a lot of inside information." "We haven't found Raval?" "Not yet." "And Sam?" "Figgy says not yet." "Sam brought down Grace Technologies so I know his organization is effective. What are they doing, then? That's what I'm getting at." "Trying to catch Gaudet." "We all claim to be trying to stop Gaudet.
