Old Man Dex looked at the red button in his hand, a flicker of excitement and eagerness in his eyes.
He wanted that cop, Evan Keller, to die in the grand gift he'd prepared for him!
He couldn't wait to see the looks of terror and grief on those cops' faces.
Nothing less could make up for the men and assets he'd lost back in Varden!
If it weren't for the backing he'd received, he'd be cowering in some backwater town like a stray dog, waiting to die. He certainly wouldn't have an opportunity like this!
Just as Dexter Bishop was leaning back in his chair, smugly fantasizing about the looks on Evan Keller and his men's faces, the phone he'd set aside suddenly rang.
Hearing the ringtone, Dexter Bishop instantly sat bolt upright and waved his underlings out of the room.
Just before the door closed, Dexter Bishop answered the call. His fawning tone slipped through the crack of the door to the ears of the men outside.
"Boss! What can I do for you?"
