Morgan awoke the next morning and threw on one of the hotel’s ultra-plush bathrobes. With a cup of coffee from the Nespresso machine he sat on the balcony with his phone. There were no further developments from either Clint Peters or Ms. McCulloch. There was nothing of note on his news feeds.
Morgan finished his coffee, showered, and dressed for the day. He slipped on a Sunspel navy blue polo shirt with khaki paints finished off with his black suede Sanders and Sanders boots. He collected his Agency issued laptop, Guardian II, and Smith & Wesson and locked them in the room’s safe.
Not perfect, but it will slow someone down.
Not perfect, but it will slow someone downHe slipped on his Kirkpatrick shoulder holster, slid in the Nano, and covered it with his new and expensive John Varvatos j
