Ryan wandered onto the balcony, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it with steady hands. He took his time, savoring each puff. By the time he had smoked his fourth or fifth cigarette, he summoned his secretary.

"How is the progress on Jack's case? Is Leon Wilson still handling it?" he asked, his tone calm but firm.

The secretary nodded. "Yes, Mr. Howard. Leon is still in charge."

Ryan's next words were delivered with a cold, detached demeanor. ...