Monday. Unknown.
SKILTON PICKED UP THE steaming mug. It was too hot to drink, but just the smell of the fresh brew was enough to make his mind start spinning. They'd had a few road bumps lately, but this? This was coming together.
He could lay a lot of the latest blunders at the feet of Senator John Dixon. The man had taken everything Skilton offered, pissed on it, then left. And to think, the man had been nothing when Skilton found him. Just a backwater politician from a good family with no ability to find his way out of a paper bag. John had charisma and a good face. Exactly the sort of thing Skilton wanted in a figurehead. Along the way, however, John had gotten greedy.
The senator was about to learn a hard lesson about loyalty and paying your dues.
Skilton was going to enjoy this. It had been quite some time since he'd been out in the field himself, but it was time.