Chapter 203

ZACHARIAS PACED THE EMPTY office suite.

Fifteen minutes.

Where the hell were they?

He adjusted the cuffs on his shirt. The suit didn't fit quite right, but he didn't have time to see a tailor. An off-the-rack suit would have to do. For now.

But punctuality was clearly more than his new clients could manage.

He took another back and forth tour of the meeting spot.

Night swaddled the city in darkness, broken only by the street lights. This part of DC was quiet at night. All the better for a meet. If his customers would just hurry the fuck up.

He glanced again at his phone.

No messages.

No signal.

The damn Koreans were grinding his patience down to nothing.

A car turned down the street. The streetlights gleamed off its dark exterior. The car slowed and turned into the lot next door.

"Is that them?" Zacharias asked over his shoulder.

"Yes, sir. Perimeter has verified their identity."

Money could buy a lot of things. Decent help was one of them.