A few minutes later the door opened and Gabriel came in, holding a secure satphone. He looked awkward. “Sorry to intrude. But it’s urgent.” He gestured with the phone.
“Who is it?”
“The boss.”
“Yours or mine?”
He thrust the phone out, but then placed it on the nightstand. “I’ve posted two paramilitaries outside. Good men.”
“Thanks.”
He left. Tom walked over and picked up the phone.
“How is he?”
It was Crane’s voice.
“‘Bout the same as you were told before I set out, I guess.”
“I thought he might recover given the time it took you to get there,” Crane said.
“No you didn’t. So what’s the deal?”
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