Chapter 88 Race Against Time

• James paced his study, his phone to his ear. He had cashed in every favor, leveraged every contact in the bag, and pulled up all the stops. The stakes were too high to let any stone be left unturned.
• "No, I need it fast," he hissed into the receiver, his voice taut. "I don't care how much it bloody costs; just get it done."
• As he put down the phone, the first light of morning shimmered through the curtains. The heap of empty coffee mugs on his desk was evidence that he had really been awake all night.