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not?”
    “He’ll try to get me back home and make life very difficult if I don’t, for me and anyone else around me.”
    “Sounds like a nice guy.”
    “He’s great.” Finn smiled sadly at Oz. “But let’s not talk about him anymore.”
    Oz grinned and grabbed an armful of equipment. “So, tonight. Dinner?”
    Once again, Finn felt the tension start to recede. It seemed Oz knew how to defuse a situation. Which made sense, since she couldn’t have tense, panicked people diving with her. Suddenly, dinner with her sounded like the best thing in the world. “Sounds good. I’ll go back to the hotel to change and let Pete know I’m heading out for the evening. Where should I meet you?”
    “Well, I can pick you up from the hotel?”
    “You could, but then you’d have your car and you wouldn’t get to drive the, and I quote ‘orgasm on wheels,’ would you?”
    Oz’s eyes lit up. “This is very true. What do you have in mind, Linda?”
    “Who’s Linda?”
    Oz smiled at Finn’s confusion. “Supergirl, without the tights. Linda Lee. Superman’s much more gorgeous cousin.”
    “Right, got it. How about if I pick you up?”
    “Really?”
    Finn looked at her quizzically. “Yeah, really. Never had a girl pick you up before?”
    Oz thought for a moment. “As a matter of fact, I haven’t.”
    Finn burst out laughing again. “Sorry. I don’t believe you.”
    “It’s true. Honest.” She leaned forward conspiratorially. “To tell you the truth, it’s always been the other way around.”
    Finn’s laughter stopped and a slow smile slid across her face. “Now that I can believe.”
    “So don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to protect.”
    “Your secret is safe with me.”

Chapter Five
     
    John Pritchard pushed his hands through the little hair he had left and puffed out his cheeks before addressing the team before him.
    “Listen up, people. Mike Shepherd was found floating in the canal at Camden Locks with a bullet through the head. The location is less than two hundred yards from Sterling’s daughter’s home. We know his cover was blown on Friday night when his wire went out. We know he was with Jack Kant at the time, and we know he was watching Sterling’s daughter. Now we know he’s dead. Without him, we have diddley fucking squat.” The MI6 chief waved the pages he held in his hand at them. “These pages”—he tossed them across the desk—“are all we have to show for six months’ worth of digging on this bastard.” He looked at each face in turn. “William Sterling is laughing at us.”
    “Sir—”
    “I don’t want to hear it. Peter Green has agreed to come on board. He’s in Florida with Sterling’s daughter at the moment, but he’s not due back for nearly three weeks. I want to know as soon as he lands. Do you hear me?” He looked pointedly at the men and women crowding the conference table.
    “Sir, do we know if Green is involved in the money laundering?”
    Pritchard pointed at the scattered pages. “Does it look like it? His network has proven nearly impossible for our people to crack, and we have yet to gather direct information.”
    “So he could be playing both sides of the fence here?”
    “It’s possible, but having spoken to him, I don’t think so. He seems to be up front. We asked him to come in and work with us to get information on Sterling. If he’s as good with computers as he’s supposed to be, we might actually get some evidence on this bastard before his bank balance is bigger than the national debt.”
    There were murmurs of agreement around the table.
    “I want eyes on Green once he lands. He’s the key to cracking this wide open and I want him in here. Safe. Are we all clear?” A murmur spread around the room. “See to it.”
    “Sir, do we have anything more regarding the rumors about the bio labs?” another agent asked.
    “No. We’ve got rumors that he’s got scientists building biological weapons and more rumors that he’s selling