Chapter 97

• MONIQUE
• "Richardson, where the hell are you? Call me back." I ended the call, adding to the mountain of voicemails I'd already left him since yesterday, I'd lost track.
• I tried to shake off the worry, convincing myself that this was just another one of his "I'm-mad-at-you-so-I'm-ignoring-you" phases. But I couldn't afford this radio silence right now. Not with the deal with the Russians coming up, not with the massive shipment that needed a careful, watchful eye. If something went wrong, I knew I couldn't manage it without him.