Graham was enjoying a Jack Daniels on the rocks in his hotel room after the ceremony. He thought it went well. Another coup to his name. He reflected on the victory lunch with the mayor and council members afterwards. A frantic knock at his door interrupted his reverie. Who could that be? I’m not expecting anyone.
He looked through the peep hole. What is that i***t, Jason, doing here? We’re never supposed to be seen together. Graham opened the door abruptly. Grabbed Jason’s sweatshirt. Pulled him into the room. Shut the door in one swift movement. Faced his subordinate and snarled, “What’s wrong with you? You’re only supposed to contact me by phone.” He raised his fist in anger.
Jason backed away from the threat, stammering, “I’ve kidn*pped Katie MacKenzie, also known as Cat
