Grant.
Newtonâs stomach dipped again. âWe need to consider the company and its global reputation, donât we?â
âAlways,â said Grant, at once.
âThatâs what Iâm doing.â
âOf course you are,â said Grant, the smile as tight as the bitten-off words. âHow about this? Itâll take a while to get French licensing approval. You finish off what you feel you have to do in the laboratory while Paris goes through the formalities. That way weâre on the block ready to take off the moment we get the go ahead.â
He was a puppet in a responsibility-clearing performance, accepted the research vice president: the decision had already been made to go ahead with manufacture for Africa. âWhat happens if I donât confirm Sabyâs insistence on the preservative?â
âIâve already given you my word, Dwight. We scrap everything.â
âThatâs what I have, your word?â
âThatâs what you have: what youâve always had.â
âOK,â agreed Newton, as heâd known he would agree from the beginning.
âWeâve got other things to talk about,â announced Grant, hand on the familiar, although expanded, file to the left of his desk.
âSecurity put a trace on Rebecca Langâs office phone,â started Newton, knowing what Grant expected. âGot the full transcript of a conversation with the girl she talks to in Paris, Stephanie Paruch â¦â
Grant pulled the extract from the file, flicking the edge of the paper with an irritated finger. â Your great mystery ,â he paraphrased. â Iâm going to keep on until I find out ⦠known here as a smoking gun ⦠You know the trouble with guns, Dwight? They go off and hurt people. Thatâs when they smoke.â
Newton hesitated, briefly unsure how to respond. He took his own copy of the transcript from his briefcase and, reading from it, quoted: â Itâs the talk of the division here. Benn and Newton have locked themselves away: havenât been seen for days. Itâs got to be something big â¦â He looked up. âI donât like that, my name being on the record. I donât like that at all.â
âWhat about Parnell?â Grant hurried on.
âCaught Benn in the elevator a day or two back. Asked him outright what was going on.â
âWhat did Russell say?â
âThat it was an experiment that wasnât working out.â
âParnell accept that?â
âAsked if pharmacogenomics were going to get a look at it. Russ said there wasnât any point.â
Grant sat silently for a long time, the only sound the increasingly rapid click of his irritated flicking against the paper edge. Finally he said: âIs it true, what she said? That itâs the talk of the division?â There was an unquestionable benefit, repeating the questions heâd already put to Harry Johnson, the security director with whom he was talking, personally and only ever one-to-one, with increasing frequency â¦
âItâs not my reading. Or Bennâs. Security â Harry, personally â are tapping all outgoing calls from the floor. Iâve told them we suspect a competitor informer. Rebecca Langâs the only person whoâs shown any interest in France â spoken to Paris, even.â
âNot Parnell?â
âNo. But theyâve got to be talking, havenât they? They canât just screw all the time.â
âSheâs a goddamned nuisance!â angrily declared the Dubette president, whoâd had a contradictory conversation with Harry Johnson, whose professional experience and opinion he trusted more than an amateur like Newton.
âYou think I should officially warn her off?â
âNo!â refused Grant, still angry. âThatâll just make her more curious.â She certainly had to be stopped. It was not something
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