"We sent the men, just like you asked," the man said over the chatter. "I hope they're worth the price tag." "Oh, don't worry about my expenses." David Kahn leaned back in his desk chair and gazed through his small office's one-way mirror at the exercise center it overlooked. "All that gets billed back to my client. I'm just here to make sure all this money gets spent properly." A small smile creased David's lips. "They do something wrong?" "And why do you think I'm going to hurt them?" All in all, David was pleased with the quality of this batch. They'd suit his purposes nicely. * * *