Chapter 13
“You told him where you were staying?” Lumbergh shouted into his office phone, slamming his elbow down across his desk and shaking his head in aggravation.
Jefferson poked his head around the corner, his inquisitive eyes silently inquiring if the phone conversation was pertinent to Lautaro Montoya. Lumbergh waved him off before reaching into his desk for his prescription bottle. He removed the lid and emptied out a couple of capsules onto his desk.
“Gary,” Diana said on the other line, her voice shaking. “I was worried about you. You sent us away without explaining what was going on.”
“Honey, the fewer people that know where you are right now, the better. Do you understand?”
“No!” she shrilled. “I don’t understand. Tell me what’s going on! What has you so scared? Are you in
