Chapter 56 Rescue Plans

• The call got connected, and just like Jack had ordered firmly, Blake did not make any sound. He even covered the mouthpiece to make sure no sound would be heard from his side for the one calling Charles Anderson's phone.
• "Why the fuck are your men too slow?! Why is that fucking old man Michaelson's grandson still not in my hand!?" A throaty barking voice pierced Blake's eardrums.
• Blake remained silent. He was trying to check if he would get to recognize whose voice he was listening to. But no matter how he checked his sharp memory, he could not point anyone among people he knew or could consider as might ever be, even for as weak as a guess.