“I want that fucker buried!” Cooper growled as Baz was talking on the phone to one of their people back in England.
Baz lowered the phone from his ear, patiently. “We need to find where he’s being held first and right now we don’t even have a name…”
Cooper’s icy glare hit Baz. “We don’t need a name…just distribute his photo to everyone we know that’s incarcerated that owes us!”
Baz sighed. “Go for a smoke, would ya, Boss?”
Cooper glared at him. “Just get it done!” He stormed off just as Todd arrived back.
“No problems?”
Todd shook his head. He had delivered the USB to the room they had told Dupont to go to and left it on the small table that was in there in clear sight.
“You think he’ll storm the room?” Todd asked amused.
Cooper smirked. “Probably…”
Cooper walked through to the ad
