The last time England's hand had become impossible to ignore, it had been because of James Ganner. A teenage necromancer had walked into this building and refused to sign. When the Bureau had pulled on that thread, what came out was rotten. There had been Irish officials, *Irish* officials, inside this building and others, who had quietly let foreign representatives at protected records. They had opened administrative doors and turned a blind eye for money or favours or something worse. Some had been caught. He had always assumed, privately, that not all of them had.
"Pull everything we had from the Langford investigation," he said. "All of it. Every name, every contact, every access log, every thread we closed because someone upstairs told us to close it. Anything that touches on what happened last night, however loosely, goes to the national security people. Today."
"To them, not us."
