T.W. SA
Mr. White
Hours, Dawson and his men have been gone for hours. Where the hell are they? I’ve sent three messages, all have been read, but no answer. Something is going on.
“Havers, I have a bad feeling. Dawson has been radio silent for too long.”
“You’ve paid him a lot of money, sir. He said he and his men were doing recon. They might be in a position where they can’t communicate right now. They are the best. All the research I did on them before hiring them, showed they have a one-hundred percent retrieval rate. The word of mouth about them is positive. They are praised for their professionalism.”
I took a deep breath. I’m anxious. I need Sara in my sight. I also need some relief.
“Go find me a woman. I need some relief. The younger, the better.”
Havers nodded an
