But the carrier was still queen of the sea. Fourteen
well-placed agents, he still had the names and addresses and phone numbers
in his head, and, unsurprisingly, nobody at Langley had followed up on it
because of those damned-fool ethics laws foisted on the Agency by law-
yers-a breed of government servant that sprouted up like crabgrass every-
where you looked, as though anything the Agency did was, strictly speaking,
ethical at all?