Chapter 8“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I asked as I stormed into Foster’s office. “We have a deal.”
“We do, and for the last year I’ve honored it, but not for this assignment,” Foster replied calmly.
It was then that I noticed the other man in the room. He was dressed casually, in jeans and a work shirt. His dark hair was long, almost brushing his shoulders, and his blue eyes held a glint of humor. It was apparent he found my anger more amusing than something he should worry about.
“Ryder, this is Vic Williams,” Foster said, making the introductions. “Vic, John Ryder.”
“I’ve heard about you,” Vic said.
“Meaning Foster briefed you about me, which is more than he’s done for me, about you,” I replied tensely.
“He did, and he warned me you weren’t going to be happy that he w
