Chapter 8
His phone rang again, and again Dane dumped it to voice mail. Sean could leave him another f*****g message. He took a drink from a skull mug, the plain coffee and whiskey going down easy, and went back to the map on his Order-supplied tablet. He flipped back and forth between map view and satellite, trying to figure out where he should tell them the magic nexus point had moved to. Closer to the house on the map, obviously, and out of the creek. But the Order liked precision.
Dane took another drink and gave his best guess. He saved to a USB drive, sent a text to his contact he’d have something for the Order at their drop point in a day, and declined another of Sean’s calls. He’d left three messages Dane put off for later. He had an overdue report to draft up.
He f*****g hated
