For at least the tenth time that morning, he set down the lukewarm cup of coffee that he was continually forgetting to drink. “What do you mean, his file’s sealed? Of course it is. That’s why I called you in the first place.” At the other end of the connection, his friend leaned forward and spoke earnestly. “I’m not talking about the little lock on his file that you ran across. That was pretty routine.” “Well, what other kind of protection would there be?” “That is an excellent question.” He drummed his fingers on his desktop meditatively. “An excellent question.” “Well, don’t hold out on me. What did you find out?” Gregory absently picked up his mug again and leaned back in his chair. The hinges creaked in protest. “I can give you what I know so far. You’ve got the clearance for it.
