Dane
Dane was still at the office after nine. Every time he thought he had just one more detail to sort out, it led to two more. And his tension was rising. He'd had a feeling all afternoon. So when his phone dinged at 9:16pm with a text from Harry Quinn, adrenalin shot through him like lightning.
WE ARE GO FOR LAUNCH.
Dane blew out a heavy breath. He didn't know whether to cheer, or weep.
He replied with shaking thumbs. WHEN?
WHENEVER YOU CAN GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER.
Dane's breath sped up. He'd been thinking he had two days for prep, then probably more with Harry for planning. But if they were ready to move…
GIVE ME TOMORROW. MAYBE THE NEXT DAY. I'LL CALL YOU WHEN I HAVE THE DETAILS LINED UP. SPEAK TO NO ONE.
Harry sent back a thumbs up sign and Dane sucked in a breath. It was happening. It was really happening.
Holy Shit, he was going after his father.
