Chapter 30
A phone rang on an office desk in Westminster in London. It rang six times before agent Henry Gordon of MI6 stepped over to the desk and picked it up. He was not surprised to hear an agitated female voice on the other end. There was a little crackling in the connection, which was to be expected as she was probably calling from a public phone in New York City.
“Miss Westwood, I’ve been expecting your call. All is well I assume?”
This seemed to agitate her even more.
“No, all is not well! That bastard stole the statue.” The crackling on the line only exacerbated the harshness of that statement.
“I can assure you, we have all our agents, the FBI and the NYPD scouring the city for Alexander. How on earth did he manage to steal it from you again?”
“Not Alexander. Dayton!”
Henr
