"You understand, Thorn," he said, "that the general won't like this."
I turned around and looked at him.
"Did he order you to drug Johnson?"
The government agent shook his head.
"I didn't think so." I was beginning to understand government operations. "He only wanted it done. Get out."
Madison and his assistants marched out in orthodox Euclidian triangle formation.
The doors hissed shut.
"You know what?" The words jerked out from Johnson. "I think the bunch of you are crazy. Crazy."
I decided to treat him like a client. Maybe that was the way contemporary psychologists handled their men.