“I ask, sitting behind my desk and pouring another glass of bourbon. I glance at him over the top of my glass and notice he’s totally stressed out. Twitchy. “What?” I prod, setting down the glass. “It’s Sokolov. He’s…” Lincoln stops and wipes a hand across his face. I’ve never seen him act like this. I clasp my hands together. “Is the meeting still on?” I ask, keeping my voice composed. “No, sir. Sokolov has been arrested.” Lincoln closes his eyes and then quickly opens them. They’re... clear, unflinching. The news is not what I expected. Not even close. News like: Sokolov is dead. Sokolov put a hit out on you. Sokolov has left the country. Any of those scenarios would make more sense. “Please tell me that for the first time in your life you’re kidding.” I lean forward and clasp my hands together more tightly. I need to reign in my emotions.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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