Mason Kimble leaned back in his desk chair, luxuriating in his power. “Pass me a bubble-wrap mailer, will you?”
Gerard Cardigan got up and went to the short bookshelf that served as the company mail station. He took a mailer off the pile and brought it back for Mason. “Do you have a special delivery for our friend?”
“I do.”
“How much of the video are you going to send her?”
Mason smiled. “I’m not sending her the video.”
“Oh? What are you sending her?”
“You know perfectly well what I’m sending her. You knew as soon as I asked you to hang on to it.”
“I suspected. I didn’t know for sure.”
“Now you do.”
“She won’t know what it is.”
“It doesn’t matter. It will frighten her.”
“That it will,” Gerard said. “Do you want me to drop it off in the morning?”
Mason smiled. “Why wait?”