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enough to get him offed, he just might have put it into his private disk files.

Surely they've been collected, Bowden exclaimed.

Not from his girlfriend's apartment.

Bowden stared. Dick Parker was a model husband! We had him checked six ways from
Saturday, Martin, and he wasn't into hanky-panky.

He was into an old classmate, is what he was into, Martin said, releasing the McGinty as
if he expected it to fly away of its own volition. Good friend of long standing; she just
didn't remain standing when he visited her apartment. Actually, he sometimes went
there without her, alone; that's why we thought the place might be worth a subtle toss.

Bowden made a cast, let out more line; cast again. Well, I hate to say it, but if you can
find any of Dick Parker's loose files, go ahead. Just try to do it legally.

We've already copied everything, sir. That wasn't the decision. The decision will come if
and when we do find something Mr. Parker hid away on disk files. We have computer
hackers, too.

Bowden thought he felt the faintest hint of resistance on his line before the sudden
shock, almost electric, of pure energy down sixty feet of fishing line. He set the hook and
saw the rocketing response as a sliver of light danced into the air for one jump, then
another, then a third, shedding a spray of droplets in dazzling bursts.

Nice one, sir, Martin commented. The two agents stood in the distance, shading their
eyes as they watched. Keep that line taut. Play him awhile and think this over: where do
we take such information?

For the next three minutes, Secretary of State Kenneth Bowden fought a rainbow the
length of his forearm and loved every second of it. Then: Reel in, he's making a run
toward us, Martin exclaimed, Bowden hurrying to comply but too late.

Damn; lost him, Bowden said, flicking the line, both men staring at the bright
bumblebee shape still attached to the leader. He cast again. I'd like to tell you to bring
the information to me, Martin, but that would put me into an ethical bind.

Depending on the kind of information, sir, it could put you into a casket. We just don't
know yet. But I don't think anyone would put out a contract on a major newspaper,
Martin said.

Bowden chewed his lip. Mm-hmm. Just let the media blast it out. Well, Thomas Jefferson
told us the press was more important to us than government. But Jefferson never heard
of X-rated holovision. He might have a different opinion today. At that moment his
flyrod bowed. A moment later, a second fish cleared the river's surface.

It's your decision we need, sir, said Martin. Then, as he watched, You've got a
showboater there, he observed as the trout leaped again.