Chapter 16

Slowly Morrison stirred. He rubbed his eyes, then lowered his hands to the desk. The cigarette ash crumbled onto the stack of papers but Morrison negligently brushed it to the floor. “Braunson,” he growled.

Sounds like I feel, Vic thought. Taking another step into the office, Vic held up the Post-It as if to remind his boss this little visit wasn’t hisidea. “It says to stop by on my way out.”

“Come in, come in,” Morrison said with a wave of his hand.

Vic felt his temper begin to simmer. “No disrespect, sir, but I need to get home…”

“I’ll make this real quick,” Morrison promised.