“We’ve gotten on every sucker list in America,” Green said bitterly after the third hour of uninterrupted telephone conversation. “We have no idea what’s going on in the world, so everyone and his brother think they can take advantage of our ignorance.” He threw the phone against the wall. “Well, I’m f*****g well sick of it.”
He stalked out the door before the other two could do more than stare at him. They found him a few hours later at a bar two blocks away, drunk enough to numb his pain and disillusionment. They put him to bed, and he slept until the next morning, right through the continuous barrage of phone calls that lasted until Symington finally had enough and unplugged the phone.
Green was quiet and thoughtful through breakfast the next morning. His eyes looked slightly sunken,
