CHAPTER SIXTEEN
HE WAS LISTENING TO Channel 13 News when his shooter slammed the door back on its hinges and strode inside, rubbing the back of his head.
He frowned. “You’re lucky I just got confirmation that your handiwork this afternoon got the desired results, otherwise I’d slice you open for stomping in here like that.”
Gary Maddox inclined his chin, frowning. “Sorry sir, but I thought you needed to know right away. There’s been some kind of coup. Somebody hit me over the head and took out Mauthers and Taggart.”
He stood, his pulse raging with anger. “The girl?”
Maddox shook his head. “Gone. They took the boat.”
He threw the television remote across the room, clenching his fists as it hit the set, cracking the screen. “Find them. Now!”
Maddox nodded. “Yes, sir.”
He started to p
