Ambrose
I storm to my office, shaking with anger. Wade and Roman follow me, closing the door behind them. Turning, I punch the closest wall, putting a hole in it. “Fuck.” I hiss and ignore the throbbing.
“What do you want us to do, Boss?” Roman asks.
“I want the note checked for fingerprints and DNA. Hack into the CCTV as soon as possible. I need to know who dropped it off. Once I find out who is responsible, I will make them regret the day they were born.” I snap, watching the blood from my hand dripping onto the floor.
“We will get straight on it. How is Sierra doing?” Wade asks.
“Scared. I need one of you to call her at work and at the college. Inform them that, for personal reasons, she will be absent for at least the next week. Try to convince whoever you talk to, to send ove
