Chapter 20Rob
“So, where are they?” Rob asked for the fifth time, pacing back and forth in Hack's home office like a caged tiger.
“They're over the North of Africa now,” he answered. He was crouched in front of the monitor with both hands pulling his hair, following the GPS signals of the women's rings.
“What the hell?”
“I don't know. We'll have to wait for them to land.”
“I don't want to wait!”
“Mr. Renton,” Hack called.
“Yes, sir.” The man lifted his eyes from the computer where he was conducting three chat sessions at the same time.
“News?”
“This is what we know so far: There was an anonymous call to the FBI saying there were Class A substances in Dr. MacArthur's practice disguised as pain killers. Some of the confiscated medicines do contain opiates several times more concentr
