“Fuckin’ bitch.” Jeff glowered at his phone and started to put the call through again before reconsidering. She wouldn’t answer. The stupid woman was growing a spine now when he needed her cooperation most.
What to do?
He strode the length of the dingy motel room while he considered the possibilities.
1. He was almost positive she had the gnome statue with her since he hadn’t recovered it from Royce, the arsehole who’d helped himself to Jeff’s gear.
2. Grace should be back in a week because that was all the time her boss had allowed her.
Why Grace continued to toil for the dictator, he had no clue. She worked crazy hours, which, although it had suited his purposes, wasn’t any life at all. Also, the woman called Grace in to cover absences all the time, often at brief notice.
Where was
