“HE’S NOT ANSWERING his phone.” Alf Honeybun checked the magazine of his Glock nine and slammed it back in place. “At this point I think we need to assume we’re going into hostile territory.”
The elevator doors opened to expose Edric, Warwicke and Heathcliffe. The brothers came into the loft looking grim. Heathcliffe held a battered cell phone. “Percy dumped his cell outside.”
Clovis swore. “Okay. That answers that.” He looked at Alf. “So that changes things a bit, right? He’s not answering because he doesn’t have his phone. He’s not necessarily in trouble.”
Alf shook his head. “You know Percy where Brita’s concerned. He no doubt stormed into Felz’s office and started throwing accusations around. Knowing what we know about her now, I doubt she took the attack lightly. There’s a real goo
