CHAPTER 32
“What the hell do you mean he’s gone missing? Who the f**k took him?”
“Mr. Pr— Pr— President—”
“Don’t ‘Mr. Pr— Pr— President’ me from up in your goddamn plane.” Tom Grant grabbed the phone from the cradle, rocked back in the chair and set his feet on the Resolute desk. Long damn day to now be faced with this s**t.
“I need results, Stephen, and if I can’t get them from you, I’ll put someone else in your f*****g wheelchair, if I have to break his back to do it.”
Calm.
Gotta keep calm or Stephen would get all tongue-tied and incomprehensible. He’d always had the stammering problem, ever since they were kids. He could hide it from most, but not when he was really stressed.
“Stephen, buddy mine, only friend of my childhood, I’m sorry. It’s late, I’m tired, and I’m pissed. How
