"You have a huge problem." The thick voice growled the words.

Charles Bennett tightened his hand around the burner cellphone, one of many he carried, and wished his fingers were around someone's neck instead.

"Don't put everything on me, Tobias. You're the one who spoke without thinking to begin with. If you hadn't opened your big mouth, none of this would be happening."

"Oh, so now it's my fault?" Serrano's voice was filled with venom.

"You were the one who spoke ...