He sat behind his desk, fingers working a rubber band fit to snap. ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’ he demanded. ‘I was hoping to finish my cornflakes.’ ‘You know damn well what I’m talking about. I’ve had reports – from more than one of my staff – that you’re putting it about Hagger was murdered.’ ‘You asked me to find out who was leaking data to DAR-X. I’m pretty sure it was Hagger. He even did a little unofficial work for them on the side.’ ‘Hagger’s project had nothing to do with that.’ The rubber band was wound so tight it had cut off the blood to his fingertip. ‘I authorised it myself.’ ‘And they were up by the glacier the day Hagger died.’ ‘So were half the Zodiac personnel, for God’s sakes. You can’t be suggesting that DAR-X would do … that.’ ‘No one ever accused oil companies of playing by the rules.’ I didn’t mention Annabel. I guessed she’d already told Quam what I thought of her. ‘This has to stop,’ Quam said.
