The New Year of 1977 was set to start in a matter of hours. I glanced at my watch and drummed my fingers on my desk. Tanner was supposed to have checked in, which was why I was still here in my office, and he was late in doing so. I knew he was a man who could take care of himself, but Malossini was fast approaching the end of his resources. He was a psychopath, deadly, dangerous, and deranged. Not at all a pleasant alliteration.
“Rogers, I must leave.” I’d delayed as long as possible, and as much as I would have preferred to stay, there was nothing I could do at that moment. In addition, I needed to dress for dinner. “You have the number where I can be reached.”
“Yes, sir.” He was my second-in-command, and all the members of my squad reported to him, all save Tanner, who was directly un
