Jericho sighed resignedly. “You’re not going to shoot me. I know your weapon was

taken. If you’re thinking of attacking me with your hands, please think again.”

She drew a small pistol from her pocket and aimed it at Knox. “That’s not my

style,” said Knox. “It’s a bit amateurish, actually.” Jericho smiled again.

“Yes, of course. You and your group were so thoroughly professional in all that

you did. Accomplishing what, exactly?” “I also have friends in high places.”

“Yes, of course you do,” Jericho said patronizingly. “And I’m sure they look up

from time to time and try to see my friends in higher places.” “Do you remember

Mack Taubman?” Jericho pursed her lips. “Well?” “He was a mentor of mine when I

started out. Actually like a father to me. When I got involved in this case I

went to him, questioned him about it. It was clear that he had some knowledge of

what had happened back then, but he wouldn’t talk about it. He was scared.

 

Scared, when he was the bravest man I knew.” “And your point?” asked a clearly

bored Jericho. “He was found dead shortly after I met with him. They think it

was suicide, but I know better. I think he contacted you. Maybe he finally

wanted the truth to come out. Only you couldn’t allow that.” “Oh, so now you

have me involved in his death as well?” She laughed lightly. “Are there no

horrors of which I’m not capable? And you speak of amateurism? Look in the

mirror, Agent Knox.” She checked her watch. “Now, if there’s nothing else? I do

have a country to keep safe.” Knox stared at her for a few moments and then

shook her head. “No, that’s it. Thank you for meeting with me.” Jericho gave a

mock bow and pushed the button for the elevator.

 

The car came up and Knox got on with the guard. She looked back at Jericho