The Huut

“Richard Salvatore, Mark Springfield, or whatever his goddamn name is, sat right in front of me! I would've had him killed then if I had known! Ken, how did this get past us?” It was a rhetorical question. Steve Chang was furious and could hardly control himself as he sat in the small room at the JPL.
Ken Benner sat patiently across from him with his elbows on the table, watching. He knew what was really driving this rant. Martin Powell, Chang's number one man, had brought the woman back, t...