CHAPTER 89
“You said you had this under control,” Troy McLoud snarled into his mobile phone.
“I do,” Wyatt replied.
“Doesn’t look like it from where I’m standing,” Troy growled. “If the press links me to this I’ll hunt you down and finish you off.”
“Making empty threats isn’t gonna change anything,” Wyatt snarled. “Just leave it to me. I’ll be in touch.”
Troy hung up the call and returned to hitting balls on the range in the blistering heat of his South Carolina home. Once the darling of American golf – he had two Major titles to his name, as well as countless other tournament victories around the world - he had suffered a spectacular fall from grace at the hands of Sebastian.
He hated Sebastian. He was his arch nemesis, but it was much more than professional jealousy. It was persona
