Chapter 175

• “What do you think is taking them so long?” Agent Carter muttered, checking his handgun for the umpteenth time and pretending to aim at the building through his side of the tinted window.
• Gael groaned, pressing a nervous finger on the driving wheel. “They should be done by now,” he said, checking the time on his wristwatch before prodding his cheek with his tongue. “Call him.”
• “As you say, boss!” Carter reached for the phone on the dashboard and dialled. He passed the phone to Gael when someone answered it.