The Special Agent Never Forgives
Language: en
"Director, we have a situation. It’s about your son. The kidnappers... they threw him. He didn’t make it." Declan froze. He was still buttoning his shirt, the warmth of the woman on the couch behind him still clinging to the air. His pupils contracted into pinpricks. He slammed his hand onto the mahogany desk, the sound cracking through the room like a gunshot. "Why am I only hearing about this now?" The aide wiped a bead of sweat from his temple, his voice trembling. "Three days ago, sir... you gave a direct order. You said you thought your wife was pulling another stunt to check up on…