“What did you say?”
“The Kramers are reaching out to outside help,” Harrison repeated his report to his Boss.
“Since when?”
“This morning.”
“Who?”
“They are shopping around, but…it feels like a distraction.”
“Meaning they already know who they want and are hiding it among a mass of options?”
“Exactly, Boss.”
“s**t,” Lincoln snapped, punching his table.
“Yeah,” Harrison murmured.
Amika was silent, filling his chair with his bulk as he read the news highlights.
News of the fire has all but disappeared. Taking a back seat to other breaking news.
“We expected that,” Lincoln replied as he sat atop his desk, his back toward Harry, as he angled himself facing Amika.
Only the three of them were in the office.
It was late for them; it had just gone past noon.
“Have the lads been disp
