Chapter 8Brian and Barbara sat at the dining room table looking intermittently at each other and then at the telephone. Barbara touched his hand and gave him a strained smile. At precisely five o'clock, the phone rang. Brian looked at Barbara, noting the nervousness in her expression.
He picked up the phone on the second ring. “Hello?”
“Make your decision?” There was no patience in the voice this time.
“Maybe. If I say I'll do it, how do I know what you'll do?”
“You don't. You just know what happens if you don't.” The man paused. “It's much better if we both get what we want, isn't it?”
Brian didn't know what to do. He had to buy some time. “All right. Who?”
“Jason Ross.”
“Why do you want him killed?” Brian asked nervously.
“That's not information you need.”
Brian felt a sense of
