“That would depend on what you told me.”
“Something for your own good. Help you some.”
Wint said, amiably enough: “I want to win this fight, Peter. But—after Amos’s stand—I don’t particularly want any help from him. I’d mistrust it.”
“Say this come from me, personal.”
“You’re linked with Amos.”
Gergue nodded resignedly. “Have it so,” he agreed. “Anyway, I’m going to tell you.”
Wint said: “All right. What do you want to tell?”
Gergue hesitated for a while, choosing his words. At last he asked: “You wondering what Kite aims to do to trim you?”
“Yes.”
“Got any ideas?”