“What is taking so long?” Alexa growled leaning against the
car door. They were tracking Malcolm Foster’s movements but the computer screen
in front of her indicated he hadn’t left his office. Three hours had passed
since Kasper made the call to inform the final WET CEO of their demands but, he
didn’t seem in too big of a rush to meet the ransom.
“Relax, A. Foster will do as he’s told or else.”
“Or else what? What did you do, K?”
“Whatever was necessary to ensure we got what we wanted. I
added a little incentive for Malcolm Foster so he knew we meant business.”
“What does that mean, Kasper?”
“Jerome,” Alexa’s eyes widened and she took a threatening
step forward.
“Jerome who?”
