She boiled his blood in the wrong way.
“There isn’t enough time to set up those roles.” He kicked his chin up at her in challenge.
“I already have the plan mapped out. Go back to theinn,” she emphasized. “Stay near the front door.”
What the hell did she have up her sleeve this time?
Chapter 13
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Wstudied the map onthe computer monitor covering the wall of his Virginia headquarters for this week. He uploaded the most recent coordinates for Kovac’s ship headed to the US, hit Enter, and watched the update.
So far, so good.
When he clicked to end the display and turn the monitor black, his reflection stared back at him. He did not look like the rat that had climbed out of a Russian sewer to hold the world in his hands. He brushed his fingers over his hair, which was starting to grow out. Time for a trim and facial. He could wait until next week.
His phone buzzed. He activated the speaker phone. “What do you have?”
“Positive news thanks to our techs,” Gregori replied. “First, I wish to give debrief on South American operation.”
W leaned back on the long, black glass table in a conference room that easily accommodated twenty people. “Go ahead.”
“We found three bodies in mansion rubble.”
“Oh?” That was as close as W ever came to an outburst.
“Three guards the Collector left. No sign of female.”
W stood. “She escaped being hung from chains?”
“It appears so, Sir. Chains were there. She was gone.
Also, black ops team entered our trap at Esteban’s but escaped with no loss I can find.”
“I am waiting for this positive news,” W said, unwilling to hear any more of what sounded like a failure all the way around.
