CHAPTER 24
“What do you mean he got away?”
Mark Anders stood on the black carpet and was sweating. He wished there was a chair to sit in, but Director Stephen Richards didn’t believe in putting subordinates at ease. There was only the wheelchair, the one Richards lived in.
“Two agents down.” He closed his eyes against the memory of the surprised look on Billings’ and Montoya’s faces. Death had at least been fast. “Massive heart attacks. Killed them instantly.” He swallowed hard. It could have been him. The sweat broke out afresh despite the chill in the room. How could the man live so cold?
“You’re telling me that an aging television show host broke past two highly-experienced field agents? They were so surprised by his audacity that they both up and died of heart attacks at the same m
