Agency (Jackpot #2)

by William Gibson

“She doesn’t employ me in her official capacity.” “Not as the Metropolitan Police,” Westmarch said, “but we both know what it is she actually does.” “Nor in that capacity either.” “Yet here you are,” Westmarch said, “responding to a call I made to her, one in which I never mentioned you.”

“You’re the one person I know,” she said, “whose job is reliably weirder than mine.”