Michaelson felt his muscles relax. He should have known that the headhunter would take care of it. That was her job after all. He hated feeling so impotent. In Essen and Berlin, his network of contacts was extensive, especially in the corporate world. But he couldn’t risk disappearing there; only here in the jungle sprawl of Los Angeles would he be able to escape the vigilant eye of that fragging worm, Lofwyr.