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prison in an undisclosed location in the state of Tennessee when the van ran off the road and hit a tree. It appears that Mr. Jenkins caused the accident. The officers transporting Mr. Jenkins were knocked out. Unfortunately, Mr. Jenkins killed one of the officers. When the surviving officer came to, Mr. Jenkins was gone.”
    “Fuck,” Roger said.
    “We need to double down on watch and, fuck , we need to get word to James and Brody,” Grant said.
    “If we contact James and Brody, it might open them up for attack. Craig could find them and then they’d be in danger,” Duff countered.
    “Hell, he might already know where they are. God, when will this end?” Roger paced across the room then back to the window and stared out, his shoulders stiff. “He’s not going to stop. Fuck, he could have me in his sights right now. I could be dead and there’s nothing I could do about it.”
    Grant stalked over and hugged Roger from behind. “I hate this.”
    “I do too. We’ll gather everyone and have a chat. I do have some more security measures I was thinking about, but it looks like we’ll need those now.” Duff had ordered special glass for their windows. When they’d built the place, he didn’t think they’d need to have bulletproof glass installed. Now, it was like they needed a bunker. Craig wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. He’d kill them all instead of trying to get some sort of satisfaction. Really, the windows would do nothing if Craig used a bomb, but it would keep him from shooting them with a long-range rifle.
    Duff closed his computer and stood. “Thirty minutes, then we’ll meet in here.” He headed to his room, wondering what the hell had happened on that transport, and why they were moving him in the first place. If Craig came to attack, Duff would be dead. Any issues he’d had with Davis would still be out there, unresolved. He needed to call his son. He pulled up his contacts and stared at his phone for a long time. Once he realized he couldn’t put it off any longer, he called, hoping Davis would talk.
    The phone rang five times before dropping to voicemail. Hell, he really wanted to tell his son that he was proud of him no matter what he did. He hadn’t meant to be so harsh. There was no evidence Davis was operating as a drug dealer, and Duff had used every tool he had to look into the matter. It wasn’t fair for him to accuse his son of doing something illegal when he had no proof. Soon, he’d need to find Davis and have a chat, one where he listened and didn’t allege that Davis was dealing drugs.
     

 
     
    Chapter Five
     
    Davis pushed the problems with his father from his mind, ignoring the call he hadn’t returned from yesterday. He sipped his espresso, acting like he was thinking hard about his coffee. The mission took precedence over family, and that’s why he needed to take care of the issue with Duff. Once he was done here in Boston, he’d fly to Colorado and finally visit that ranch where his father lived, even if the old man didn’t want him there. He had no idea exactly where the ranch was, but he’d use his inside contacts to find the place. They were going to bury this hatchet, even if he had to tell his father what he really did for a living.
    People streamed past, some tourists, others business men and women. The building across the street housed the office where his target worked. Over the rim of his coffee cup, he stared at the edifice, wondering why he was really watching this building. He wasn’t here to get rid of the guy, just reconnaissance. The man in question was supposed to leave his office for a meeting at ten this morning, and Davis was supposed to sit here until he came out and then figure out whom the man was meeting with. When he’d received the note asking him to go to Boston and watch this place, he’d thought it a bit odd, but he hadn’t called his handler to check what was up since he wasn’t doing any wet work. Easy missions like this