My intercom came to life. “Mr. Vincent,” my secretary said, her voice terse. “I have Mr. Wallace’s secretary on line 1.”
“Thank you, Ms. Parker.” I picked up the phone. “Yes?”
“Mr. Wallace wants to see you in his office. Right away.”
“I’ll be right up.”
“That’s one of the many things Mr. Wallace appreciates about you, Mr. Vincent. The fact that when you say you’ll do something, you invariably do.”
“Uh…thanks.” But I was talking to dead air.
Well, I didn’t have time to wonder what the fuck that was about. I saved and closed the program, and this time, I slid the disk into my pocket. Aside from the usual firewalls, all the files in my computer were password protected. I also made sure all the drawers in my desk were locked, not that that had helped much when Shaw had decided to do his version of I Spy.
I paused at my secretary’s desk. “Ms. Parker, remain in this office until I return.” I wasn’t taking any more chances.