Alex s e-missive gushed, I can t wait to see Sandy every morning. Just one look at her pretty face brightens my entire day. I m sure his associates, dim though they are, have picked up on his lovesick schoolboy routine. If he keeps mooning around my cell, they ll reassign him, squandering months of investment on my part. I could try, I suppose, to coax Lee s emotions in a different direction.
Nothing is certain where mortal love is concerned.
And should I succeed in alienating the agent s affections, his wellspring of support for me might dry up. No, I need Lee s pliability, love induced or not, if I and the others are to escape this prison. Today, for example, Lee let something slip. Knowledge of our psy corps does not extend beyond the FBI Director. My plan begins to take final form.