Graham's Point Of View

“What?” I snapped.

There was a beat of silence on the other end, as if the caller was weighing the best way to break news to me.

Then his voice, low and serious: “Boss… you might want to sit down for this.”

“I’m already sitting, talk.”

“It’s Jaxx.”

Everything stilled. My pen slipped from my fingers. “What about him?” I asked tightly.

“He’s in town.”

I stood so fast, my chair screeched against the floor. ...