Tuesday. Unknown.
SKILTON'S VISION HAZED RED.
He was working with incompetent idiots. All of them.
Despite his vast network, he'd only received a ten minute warning before the cops arrived. Ten minutes was too little time to do much of anything. He'd stood up and left without saying a word. He hadn't even grabbed the hard-copy files he'd printed out.
This wasn't the job he'd come to America prepared for.
Nadine and her blasted Task Force. They were a plague, spreading everywhere.
Skilton had come for the express purpose of making an example out of John Dixon. So far the only person becoming an example was Skilton himself.
This would not do.
He had to get ahold of this situation. All of it.
Skilton pulled out his phone.