The Collected

CHAPTER 23

Harris entered the suite and found Romero sitting in his wheelchair behind his desk, writing.

“Well?” his employer asked, without looking up.

“The shooter has arrived. He’s a little banged up.”

Romero’s head shot up. “Why?”

“He apparently wasn’t in a cooperative mood when he was taken.”

Romero thought for a moment, then waved a hand in the air. “As long as he’s alive, that’s all that matters. So, they’re all here now.”

“Yes, sir,” Harris said.

“And the schedule?”

“Set. Tonight I’ll have dinner with Curson, and first thing tomorrow morning we begin.”

“The camera? You haven’t forgotten?”

“It will all be recorded as you requested.”

“Good.” A smile appeared on Romero’s face. “I want to see everything immediately after the session.”

“Of course. That won’t be a problem.”