"Since when can you do that?" Alex asked, stunned that he had overlooked, or underestimated a piece of the equation.
"Since the phone company computers were connected to the Fort. And, I guarantee you, it's not something they want advertised," Martin said in a low voice. "Did you fuck up?" They had circled the Tower twice and stopped back where they started, overlooking the Seine.
Alex's professional composure returned as they leaned over the
Tower's railing.
"I guess I wasn't as right as I usually am," he snickered.
Templer followed suit. "How many did you get?"
"How many are there?"
"That would be telling," Alex said coyly.
"I assume, then, that you would be averse to helping us out of our current dilemma." Being friends with potential adversaries made this part of the job all the more difficult.
"Well," Alex said turning his head toward Martin. "I guess I could be talked into one more job, just one, if the price was right."
Templer shook his head. "That's not the right answer."
Alex was taken off guard by the sullenness in Martin's voice.
"Right answer? There are no right and wrongs in our business.
Only shades of gray. You know that. We ride a fence, and the
winds blow back and forth. It's not personal."