Chapter Twenty-three

Bernard stood in the bright sunlight speaking with the contractors that had been hired to build his new mansion. He grunted as the foreman went over the schematics for the new building. His mind was a million miles away at the moment. He  couldn’t care less about what they did with the new building. He was still waiting to hear back from Back Hawk. He was an assassin for hire, who had called him with information on his missing song bird. Apparently someone had information on the other missing products as well. It had been three days and  the bastard had yet to call or come by his hotel room with the information he needed to locate her. He grew more and more impatient as the days went by. He stepped away while the foreman gave instructions to his men and pulled out his cell phone. In addition to Black Hawk being MIA he couldn’t contact Horatio. The man had gone off the radar.

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