Ryan
“Things seem quieter, sir. No one has seen or heard from Bill since you left the city.”
I let out a sigh of relief, glad for some good news for once. I was sitting in my study, talking on the phone with my head of security, Marcus, back in New York.
“Thank God. Maybe that means I was right in thinking he’d back off if I was gone. If he’s got no target to go after, he has no motivation to continue his harassment.”
“It appears that way, sir,” Marcus replied. “We’ll, of course, keep an eye out, and if we receive any hint that he’s active again, I’ll contact you immediately.”
“Thank you, Marcus. Yeah, keep me posted.”
Hanging up the call, I sank back into my chair and turned my gaze up to the ceiling.
If Bill was no longer a problem, that was one less thing for me to have to think
