"It's true. He does."
"No! Then say there's a copy back in your office. Just let me try and—"
"Alex, I'm not going to play any more of your games."
"Please," he continued in a whisper, "don't contradict anything I say. Let me do the talking. I'll—"
"You're in it with them, aren't you?" She tried to push past. "Well, you can tell your friends we're onto their 'project.' If anything happens to me, Michael will track them down and personally take them apart. Tell them that."
"You don't understand." He caught her arm. "One of their people was killed tonight."
"The one trying to shoot Michael and me, you mean?" She was trying to calm the quaver in her voice.
"He was killed by the KGB. I had nothing to do with—"
"Is that what you told them?"
"That's the way it happened. There was an argument."