Vincent sat at the computer, reading over reports from the EEE contacts in the Middle East. He frowned as he scanned the reports looking for any mention of Mr.Quinn's arrival. He had not been able to sleep since he heard about the incident at the airfield. Now there was no sign of Mr.Quinn anywhere. Had he been taken? Had he changed his plans? Was he gone? Vincent shuddered at the thought of the effect those vials could have if Mr.Quinn took them while he was flying. He had been trying to leave the little redhead out of things. She had been through so much lately...
"I guess there is no getting around it. She my have resources I cannot access...and she would know if he was...gone..."
He pulled out his phone and carefully typed in a simple message, though a cryptic one:
"Ms.Hamby, When it is convenient, I need to speak to you on a matter of mutual interest. A certain feline friend has gone astray and I could use your assistance in finding him and bringing him home again. Warmest thoughts..."
He returned his phone to his pocket, hoping that the worst was not true...
"I guess there is no getting around it. She my have resources I cannot access...and she would know if he was...gone..."
He pulled out his phone and carefully typed in a simple message, though a cryptic one:
"Ms.Hamby, When it is convenient, I need to speak to you on a matter of mutual interest. A certain feline friend has gone astray and I could use your assistance in finding him and bringing him home again. Warmest thoughts..."
He returned his phone to his pocket, hoping that the worst was not true...