Williams
Ambrose was in a meeting, and the man purposely kept me waiting outside his office. I paced, slightly excited. Bruce was going down, and there was no way around it. Aside from the crimes he had committed, Interpol was currently hunting for him, and there was no way—at least none that I knew of—that he could escape the consequences of killing those officers.
The buzzing of my phone stopped me in my tracks. It was Harry—no, Henry. Either way, it was my contact at the yard.
“A few things,” he said smugly over the phone. “Customs still hasn’t released the embargo on your ship, but they’ve agreed to let a few things through, especially since Rex Corporation called in a few favors with the top guns in the Feds. So, congrats. But I don’t know if all your stuff is coming through. Some
