Chapter 41

Twenty hours earlier, Mason’s phone had rung. His boss had called to ask Mason—well, actually, orderMason—to come to his office for a meeting. Mason remembered stepping out of his truck. At that time, he’d expected the meeting to suck. But deep down he had held onto the tiny, as in a newborn flea, bit of hope his boss planned to tell him the powers that be had given some more thought to what Mason had told them, and they finally seemed to think he was right. His optimism had died when he’d walked into his boss’s office, and his boss addressed him by his full title, and not simply Carlyle. Right then Mason had known the meeting wasn’t going to end well. The tightness in his stomach had extended to his chest when he’d spotted his boss’s boss, Associate Deputy Director Chandler, perched in the corner.