“No, that’s fine. Larem’s relatively new to the area. I’m glad he’s been enjoying some of the sights on his days off.” Devlin tossed back the last of his wine and set the glass down on the table with a shade too much force.
Interesting. The time she’d spent in Larem’s company had definitely been one of the highlights in her stay so far. But rather than press the matter—or admit that she and Larem had met again since then to wander along the waterfront and to visit the aquarium—it was time to get back to business.
“Look, I know you’ve both had a long day, so I’ll get to the point. I won’t lie to you about my purpose in being here. Yes, I want to make things better for the Paladins in any way I can. I assure you that I have the utmost respect for both their service and their sacrifices.”
She paused to let that sink in before she dropped the hammer. “But quite frankly, the Board of Regents has some serious concerns over the events that have transpired here in Seattle the past couple of years.”
Devlin leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, all pretense at casual conversation gone. “Which events would those be? The one where a Regent went rogue back in Missouri and killed Judge Nichols, all right under the Board’s nose? Or when Colonel Kincade, one of their favorite lapdogs, was trafficking in stolen goods and illegal immigration?”
Laurel jumped in. “Not to mention that he went out of his way to make life a living hell for the Paladins here. I know you’ve promised additional funding, but what if it’s too little, too late? Without naming names, I can personally testify that Kincade’s brutality caused permanent damage to some of my patients.”
Sasha watched as the doctor struggled for control. Although Kincade had hidden his tracks well for a long time, she had no doubt that Dr. Young was telling the truth.
Laurel entwined her fingers with Devlin’s and stared at their joined hands. “I’m sorry, Sasha. I know Kincade’s actions were not your fault. However, no one on the Board of Regents would listen when I repeatedly reported what was going on. The additional funding is wonderful, but it’s a little difficult to be grateful for what should’ve been forthcoming all along. I also resent the Board sitting in judgment on decisions that were made under very difficult circumstances.”
How horrific were the scenes playing out in Laurel’s mind to fill her dark eyes with such utter grief? Now wasn’t the time to ask.
“Look, all I can tell you is that the Regents will be taking a more active approach to governing the whole organization worldwide. Like it or not, they realize that they’ve contributed to the situation by giving individual administrators like Kincade far too much autonomy. They feel—and I agree—that we must step back and assess what is working now and what has worked in the past. Once we have a clearer picture of the situation, then we can all move forward together.”
Devlin looked thoroughly disgusted. “Sasha, do you have any idea how many times I’ve heard that same bullshit over the years? Yes, there have to be some rules in place, but I have a hard time with a bunch of paper pushers and number crunchers sitting in a boardroom making decisions without consulting those who actually get their hands bloody day after day.”
“But without rules . . .” Sasha started to protest but stopped. “Okay, I get what you’re saying and even agree, to a certain extent. One reason I volunteered to come is that I want to hear your side of the discussion. I’d like to think that ultimately we share the same goals.
“It’s imperative that I learn everything I can from the ground up, without restriction or interference. I’ve been involved in similar situations before this, although not on the same scale, and I can tell you one thing that doesn’t work is anything less than total transparency from both parties.”
Devlin clearly wasn’t buying it, not completely anyway. “So where does that leave us? What do you want from me?”
Sasha considered her words carefully. “I have some discretionary budget I can use any way I see fit. Part of that is already earmarked for Laurel’s department, but I’d like your take on how the remaining money can best be put to good use. I want it to have a direct, positive impact on the quality of life for the Paladins.
“To that end, I’d like a report from you by the end of next week with any suggestions you might have. It would help if you could prioritize them, but we can discuss that in more detail once I’ve had a chance to review the report.”
There. She’d laid her cards on the table. It was up to them to play theirs next.
Devlin slowly leaned back, still holding his wife’s hand as if it helped keep him grounded.
“I’ll work on the report, but not alone.”
Sasha nodded. “I was hoping that you and Laurel would put your heads together on it.”
“And we will, but I’ll want to bring a few of my men in on it, too.”
Not exactly what she had wanted to hear, but neither did she want to shoot him down right out of the gate. “Who do you have in mind?”
Devlin’s mouth quirked up in a small smile. “Does it matter?”
They both knew she hadn’t had time to get to know the locals well enough to judge who would have useful input and who wouldn’t. Even so, she needed to maintain some control over the situation.
“No, I suppose not. I’d appreciate it if you limited it to no more than five of your men, ones who can keep a secret. I don’t want the other department heads demanding their ‘fair share’ of the budget. Depending on your suggestions, they may end up getting some of the pie, but only if it has the impact we want.”
Devlin looked decidedly happier. “Okay, then it’s a deal. For what it’s worth, the guys I have in mind are Blake Trahern, Cullen Finley, D.J. Clayborne, and Lonzo Jones.”