CHAPTER 112
“Enough of this, crap!” President Tom Grant stormed forward, his shoes crunching over the broken glass. He had to shut her up now. She was even more dangerous than the stupid chef. “Get them out of here now. I want those three under arrest and held for questioning by me personally. And only by me.”
The woman in the chair had the audacity to ignore him even as his agents about the room converged. She turned to Prime Minister Billy Masters and continued in a perfectly calm voice.
“As to who had your men murdered . . .” and she aimed a finger in his direction with a negligent wave that rooted him to the spot. How had she known?
Masters turned toward him. “Is that so?” It wasn’t a question, more a mental note.
It was impossible. Only one person on the planet knew of his involv
