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en in the evening local time meant late afternoon in Dallas,still within the office hours of most businesses, although Loganexpected that Capstone Consulting kept the phones running far laterthan the standard nine to five.He picked up the handset, exhaled, and dialed a call he’d neverexpected to make.Capstone was owned and operated by Miles Bradford, former Spe-cial Forces turned private contractor, the man who’d been by Munroe’sside when the world had turned upside down. If there was ever a per-son who’d want to know about her current state, who’d be willing toget involved in a nightmare predicament for no other reason than thatit involved
her,
that man was Bradford.Anticlimactically, Logan was put on hold. During the frustratingwait, he moved methodically about the room, scanning surfaces andopening drawers, careful to leave everything as he’d found it while thephone to his ear provided background music. He was checking beneaththe sofa when Beethoven’s Ninth was clipped short by a cheery voiceannouncing Capstone, as if it were some high-stakes New York mar-keting firm instead of the bullets-and-blood mercenary outfit Loganknew it to be.According to the receptionist, Bradford was out of the country.“I know you have a way to get in contact with him,” Logan said.
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