Here.
And.
Now.
“Let me think about it to see if I can adjust my schedule,” Gene said to the secretary, as he moved away from her desk.
Then, when she simply went back to her work, he moved at the man’s door.
“Agent!” she said.
But it was too late.
Gene Cantrell was on a scorched-earth mission. He was going to have words with the man behind this door for what he’d done to them.
And what he’d just done to Ethan yesterday.
It was time.
With his big, booted foot, he kicked the door as hard as he could, and it flung open, hitting the wall with a monstrous thud. That sound was incredibly satisfying if he did say so himself.
From behind her desk, there was the startled gasp from the secretary.
“Security!” she shouted, alerting the deputy director’s protection duty.
Oh, well, the more the fucking merrier for Gene.
Yeah, in for a penny.
In for a pound.
It appeared it was time to get this done.
Only, walking in, Gene was met by a surprise of his own. Standing in front of him, there was another agent, and she wasn’t nearly as shocked as the secretary had been.
Before Gene was a friend.
Special Agent Elizabeth LaRue was blocking his path to the deputy director, and she was holding a gun pointed at his face.
Well, shit.
He might not get to tear the deputy director a new one after all. This hadn’t gone how he’d planned.
Damn it.
Chapter Two
Damascus
Phylis Lizney’s Home
Friday EARLY
Morning
Unfortunately for them, it was the ass crack of dawn, and there were two none-too-happy cops standing out in the cold morning. These particular cops weren’t exactly shocked they were there, but they were a tad bit pissy.
Why were they unhappy? Well, maybe because this was the third missing person case they’d been handed in less than forty-eight hours.
