Unseen
“Milan.”
“What do you mean, Milan?” Boss stood to his feet and ambled round to the front of the desk and slopped rather than perched his round short self on the edge.
Matt frowned rather than responding and Boss just stared.
Why is Boss trying to be high and mighty? Matt thought. He had hired us, our highly lethal, specialist team, but still he insisted on being the one to drip with power and ruthless direction.
“It still should’ve been our call. It was easier to find her in Milan and distract her in the crowds,” Matt verified.
“No, she was too high profile there. You should have realized that.”
“Do you want us to claim the prize or not?”
“Not.” Boss grimly tried to grin but rather ended up seething through his teeth.
“Ha,” Matt nearly snorted back. “You can’t win by yourse
