Chapter 21James punched the intercom button on his phone to listen to the caller without having to interrupt his trend of thought or work. “Yes, Sabrina, what is it?” He was slightly annoyed.
“I’ve got a Mr. Fred Gibson from Ottawa on the line. Do you want to take the call or shall I tell him you’ll return the call later?”
Hearing the name Fred Gibson, James picked up the receiver and dropped his pen on the opened file in front of him.
“I’ll take it now,” James said somewhat brusquely. “Fred. How are you? I was not expecting to hear from you...”
“Listen, James, I’ll be brief – no time to wrap this in niceties – we’ve got a Mr. Whittlestein on the loose in your neck of the woods and he’s after Talya...” James rose from his chair, stretching the telephone cord as far as the office door
