“It’s actionable intel.”
“Why are you showing this to me? It seems to be above my level of clearance.”
“Not if I hire you.”
Caleb passed the tablet back. “Sorry. This isn’t exactly my field of expertise.”
Nathan closed the file and opened another on the tablet. Caleb glanced at the photo on the screen. “You’ve done work for him in the past, correct?”
“Not a minute longer than I had to. He’s a cafard.”
Nathan didn’t need a translation to get the gist.
“He’s neck-deep in this thing.” Nathan met Caleb Cain’s curious gaze. “And he’s about to have a problem that needs fixing.”