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more successful than you and your boys have been the last couple years.”
    “You can bitch all you want, but I warned you. You gave that boy way too long a leash.”
    Stansfield was not in the mood to referee another argument between these two, so he cleared his throat and asked, “Who’s your source?”
    “Don’t worry about my source. He’s impeccable.”
    “All the same,” Stansfield said, “I’d like to know.”
    Hurley put on an irritated face. He’d known Stansfield for three decades and he knew by the arch of his damn right eyebrow when there was no sense in trying to put him off. “An editor at one of the major dailies over there. She says the press is all over this thing.”
    Kennedy noted that he’d originally referred to his source as a he. The man was always thinking of ways to throw you off.
    “Is this the she I’m thinking of?” Stansfield asked.
    Hurley knew how proper his old friend was, and he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to say openly what he was really asking. “You mean the editor from Le Monde I used to sleep with?”
    Stansfield nodded.
    “That would be her.”
    “And how do we know that she has her facts straight? We can assume they have it right on Tarek and the prostitute. What about the other seven bodies?”
    “She already has names on all of them. The police have asked her not to release them until they can notify families, but none of the names I was given popped.”
    “So we can assume he’s alive,” Kennedy said, with just a hint of relief in her voice.
    “And that he fucked up, big-time!” Hurley said, not giving her an inch.
    “We don’t know that,” Kennedy retorted, addressing Stansfield instead of Hurley. She had known both of these men since birth. Her father had worked with them out of this very building. She was perhaps the only person at Langley under the age of thirty who would dare disagree with them. Stansfield admired her for it, while Hurley thought she should keep her mouth shut until she’d served at least a decade.
    “What we know,” Hurley said, his voice growing in intensity, “is that innocents are off limits. That is the unbreakable rule.”
    “That means a lot coming from you,” Kennedy said with an exaggerated roll of her eyes.
    “What in the hell is that supposed to mean?”
    “You know exactly what it means.”
    “No, I don’t.”
    “Uncle Stan,” she said in a voice devoid of affection, “you’ve based your entire career on breaking the rules, and I think the reason he pisses you off is that he’s a constant reminder that you are getting old and he’s better than you were at your best.”
    Stansfield knew the words hurt his old friend, and he also knew there was a great deal of truth to them. Most of this was beside the point, however. They needed to focus on the problem at hand. “I want both of you to listen to me. We don’t know what happened over there, and as we’ve all learned before, it’s a dangerous thing to rush to conclusions.”
    “I’ll tell you what’s dangerous,” Hurley snapped, still smarting from Kennedy’s comments. “Letting a fucking untrained dog off the leash. Letting him basically run himself without any proper handling. That’s what’s dangerous.” Hurley leaned back, shaking his head. “I’ve been warning you two about him from day one.”
    Kennedy turned and gave him an icy stare. “I assume you’re referring to the same dog who risked his life to save your ungrateful, stubborn ass in Beirut?”
    Stansfield desperately wished these two could work out some truce, but according to Dr. Lewis, there were no signs of things cooling down between them. He listened to them argue back and forth for a half minute and then said, “Are you two done?” He gave them a moment to absorb the fact that he was sick of listening to them and then said, “Does either of you have any useful information that you could give me?”
    “I sent some assets over this morning. First flight out. They’ll