Chapter 10He couldn’t have shocked Don Mathers more if he had suddenly levitated and flown out a window.
“We’ve been looking for you for over a week,” Rostoff snapped, enraged. “Out of one bar, into another. Our men couldn’t catch up with you. Dammit, don’t you realize we’ve got to get going, you drunk? We’ve got a double dozen and more of documents for you to sign. We’ve got to get this thing under way, before somebody else does.”
Don blurted, “You can’t talk to me that way!”
It was the other’s turn to stare. Obviously, Max Rostoff had as short a temper as his power was long. He said, low and dangerously, “No? Why can’t I?”
Don glared at him.
Max Rostoff ran a hard hand back over his bald, tanned head and sneered, low and dangerously, “Let’s get this straight, Mathers. To everybody e
