Chapter 71 Confronting Rourke

I call him at seven in the morning.

He answers on the second ring. His voice is the same as it always is… level, professional, giving nothing.

“Beckett.”

“We need to meet,” I say. “Today.”

A pause. Brief. “My schedule is…”

“Today, Rourke, nothing more.”

He hears something in my voice. Whatever...

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