Evan knew he should approach more cautiously than he was, but a weariness at the center of him made him uncharacteristically rash. He was tired of the foreign minister and the trim Estonian and the strung-out girl and the round man with the loose-fitting clothes. He was tired of the Russell Gaddses and the Jonathan Bennetts, men of immense means and power who took their pounds of flesh from those who could not defend themselves.
