Chapter 31“What the hell d'you mean, 'they're on to us?'” Capshaw screamed down the telephone. Such was the volume of his anger and the venom with which he delivered his tirade that Graves held the receiver of his own phone a good two inches from his ear, and still the voice of his employer seemed to reverberate in every cell of his brain. “Speak you b****y fool. Tell me I wasn't a total numbskull to hire you to keep an eye on the 'sharp end' of the job.”
As Capshaw's vociferous harangue came to a close Graves tried to explain the situation to the millionaire businessman in simple terms.
“When I say 'on to us' I mean that they know they're not searching for Excalibur. Having said that they don't know exactly what we're looking for. I planted a bug in their van because I suspected that th
