"What do you mean Adam is in the hospital? He was supposed to be in prison!" Sir Robert Collins slammed a clenched fist against the polished surface of his desk, his voice a low growl of fury as the report crackled through the phone.
This was unacceptable. They had been assigned two simple tasks. Two! And yet both had been botched beyond recognition. First, they were supposed to find the boy and arrange for it to be brought to him. And second was to eliminate Saira and frame both Adam and Melanie for her murder. That part had, at least on the surface, gone according to plan. Saira was dead. But the second part of the task- the one that mattered most to him- had ended in utter failure.
The boy was still missing, vanished without a trace, and no one could tell him how or why.
And now this-this absurdity! Adam wasn't rotting in a cell where he belonged. He was lying half-dead in some hospital bed.
