CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
At eight-forty, the phone in the secure office rang. Alpha picked up the receiver and sat back in his office chair. It creaked with age.
‘Yes,’ Alpha said.
‘The cop went to the house,’ said Beta.
‘And?’ said Alpha.
‘They secured him and the girl,’ said Beta.
‘Why was he there – for Foster?’ asked Alpha.
‘They are friends – but I think it was more for the woman. They seem to spend a lot of time together,’ said Beta.
‘It was a mistake to involve him,’ Alpha said.
‘The cop – or my second?’ asked Beta.
‘Both. But we both know your second has a problem with this Samara woman,’ said Alpha.
There was silence.
‘What is the plan for the cop?’ said Alpha.
‘They want to talk with him. Personally, I’d finish him. It’s safer,’ said Beta.
‘You’re probably right, but it
