Page 152 of The Fourth Option
“Carolyn, I need to talk with the boss. Give us a moment?”
“I think we are about wrapped up,” Matheson said. “We can go over any additional details on the flight. Thank you, Carolyn.”
“Thank you, sir. See you tomorrow.”
As she gathered her things, Matheson couldn’t help but wonder what was under her black pantsuit. She was always so dammed professional. Maybe this trip to Dallas without Kimbel in tow would be the time.
Stay away from the help, especially your executive team.
Kimbel sat and tapped his phone against his knee, waiting until he was certain that Carolyn was gone.
“What is it?” Matheson asked.
“That news I gave you about our mystery killer not being a problem any longer seems to have been premature.”
“Damn it, Walt! You told me the problem had been eliminated.”
Matheson stood and walked to the window, his back to his chief commercial officer.
“I know, sir. That is what I was told.”
“Incompetent assholes! The body. I specifically asked about the body.” He turned back around.
“I know.”
“Well, now fucking what?”
“It’s, uh, worse than him just being alive.”
“Of course it is.”
“He may have killed another cop.”
“Jesus.”
“And…”
“And what?”
“And, it’s possible he stole the officer’s weapons, a rifle and pistol.”
“So, not only is he still alive, but he killed another cop connected to us and has that cop’s guns? Are we on his radar?”
“That’s unlikely but unknown.”
“I want you to brief Harris on all this, on the additional threat, part I mean.”
“I will, sir.”
“Now what?”
“Vargas is sending a team.”
“Well, that’s something.”
“And we now have a name: Chris Walker.”
“Who the fuck is Chris Walker?”
