It was eleven o"clock in the morning when a cell phone rang in a secure office. A man waited before answering the burner phone. He was sat in the dark – he preferred it that way. It helped him to think – and he had a lot to think about.
"Yes, what is it, Beta?" His voice was deep and emotionless. His voice rang with a hint of a Boston accent.
"He called someone – just now. He"s getting outside help," said the muffled voice of a man on the other end.
"Do we know who?" asked the man called Alpha.
"No, not yet." Beta paused for a moment before speaking again. "Could be that old army buddy he keeps talking about?"
"What – the cop?" asked Alpha before pausing for a moment as if weighing up this new information. "It"s possible, I guess. Keep tabs on the airlines. If his name pops, put a det
