Chapter 5A Man Not to be Crossed
Once I returned from Paris, it didn’t take long for me to learn it was Michael Shaw who was leaking information about me to the CIA. Not him alone, he wasn’t that clever, but I’d take care of him first, let the others stew before I dealt with them.
I plotted my strategy, but it would be a while before I could implement it. I had work that would need to come first.
Only now here I was in the men’s room, puking up my guts.
I shouldn’t have come in to work; I was feeling like s**t. It couldn’t be food poisoning—I was only trying to hack up a lung. So I figured it had to be a reaction to that f*****g shot.
Godard, one of the WBIS’s sawbones, had left a message the day before that my tetanus shot was due to be updated, so I’d gone down to Medical and let hi
