He froze when a smiling face appeared as the door swung open. The devil in human form. The already chilly air in the cell dropped a few more degrees. Repressing a shudder, he tilted his chin up and tried to maintain what little dignity he had left.
“General Schulz,” Mr. Myers said, flashing those impeccable, pearl-white teeth. “It’s been a minute. I thought I’d stop by and say hello.”
Dizzying torrents of hatred rushed through Schulz when the MAJESTIC-12 operative sauntered into his room, whistling to himself while he made a show of looking around. Two goons dressed in the same black suits with white shirts stood in the doorway, pistols strapped to their belts.
“Mr. Myers,” Schulz said. “If I never saw you again, it wouldn’t be long enough.”
“Come now,” Myers said, coming to a stop. “W
