EPILOGUE
The Loft Casino and Hotel
Las Vegas, Nevada
Al looked up when Jack entered the suite. There had been nothing but silence for the last couple of days, and he had begun to wonder if the man was dead. He raised an eyebrow when his normally calm security chief walked over to the bar, poured himself a drink, downed it, and poured himself another. Jack didn’t turn around until he had finished the second round of expensive bourbon.
“From your behavior, I take it the mission did not go as planned,” he stated, rising from his seat.
Jack shuddered and stared down at his empty glass before he turned. Al studied Jack’s haggard appearance. Jack straightened, walked across the room, and stood in front of him.
“The men are dead,” Jack said, his voice devoid of emotion.
Al frowned. “All of
