The phone released three obnoxious bursts.But a hand yanked up
the receiver in time to prevent a fourth ring. The number was
blocked.The number was always blocked.Most would be concerned
about an unknown person calling in the middle of the night, but
this man was not at all apprehensive.He expected phone calls
from phantoms at all hours. That was the only safe way to do
business.You must never establish a pattern that is
recognizable.That's how you get caught.
"What do you want," he grumbled into the receiver, too tired to
"We have a situation."
The man positioned his weight on an elbow, shaking the
remaining cobwebs from his head."What sort of situation?"
"There is a leak."
"A leak?What do you mean a leak?You have got to be kidding
me."It was too close for this to happen now.They had come too
far.How could a leak occur now?
"I don't know what to say but someone, somehow found
"Son of a bitch.Who?How much does this person know?"He could
tell his heartbeat had increased which would no doubt cause his
blood pressure to rise.He concentrated on his breathing, trying
to remain calm.The last thing he needed was a heart attack.They
had measures in place to deal with this sort of thing, didn't
"I'm not quite sure how much is known yet.I'm sending you
the information now."
He knew that meant he would have to check his email.He reached
over and flicked on the small lamp, blinking a few times to
adjust to the sudden yet dull light."Does this
individual need to be dealt with?"It was his way of asking if
the leak should be killed.
"I think it more wise to watch his actions to figure out
how far and deep the knowledge goes.Follow the fox into the
den, if you know what I mean."
"I trust your opinion.But to be on the safe side, we need to
move the timeline up."
"I will be sending out information within the hour.I want this
little problem kept between you and I, do you understand?"
"Not a problem."
"Do not let this get out of hand."
"Don't worry.I won't."
The phone went dead.Removing a cell phone from the nightstand
drawer, he typed in a short message and sent it out to over one
hundred recipients.Those recipients would then contact their
subordinates and so on and so forth until the entire chain had
been connected and redirected.
Date moved by 5.
It was a phrase that everyone on the receiving end would
understand. There would no doubt be a thousand questions
directed his way, but he would simply have to deal with them
later.Now was the time for action.There was no room for
mistakes.Everything had to be perfect and everything had to
There would be no more good night sleeps.He only hoped that they
could get everything done in a handful of days.This had been
planned for over a year, but the execution wasn't as simple as it
had seemed.It had involved numerous under-the-table dealings,
countless hours of studying blue prints, city plans, and a
ridiculous amount of coordination across the globe.
If one small thing fell out of place, the entire plan
collapsed.The implementation was critical and every single person
involved had to do his or her part.Only time would tell of their
success or failure.
He glanced to the overstuffed down pillow wrapped in a green silk
casing.The love of his life had purchased the sheets while
visiting France two years ago.They were supposed to be the finest
linens in the world, and he only wished she was there to
experience them with him.He squeezed the object, enjoying the
soft yet smooth sensation in his hand.He could not smell her
perfume, but he longed to.
"Hon?"A female voice drifted to his ears.She snaked a slender
arm over his chest, tickling the small curly hairs."Everything
"Yes," he said with a straight face."Go back to
sleep.Everything is fine."He leaned over and kissed her cheek,
turned off the lamp, then slipped out from under the thick
covers.With the timetable moved up, he had to work efficiently
There was already an email waiting for him when he turned on
the laptop.The picture of the man responsible for a possible
breech stared back at him.He cursed under his breath, knowing
that this could screw everything up.Turning to the kitchen, he
decided to make a pot of coffee.It was going to be a very long