Mr. Wraith glared out the window, cussing to himself. The daylight was gone, and soon, another day would pass without hearing from the hitman.
He was getting impatient with Mr. Wyatt, who had no new information to give him the past week.
Mr. Wraith took another gulp from the whiskey and dialed Mr. Wyatt's phone number to get an update on Mallory.
"Yes, hello?" Mr. Wraith heard Mr. Wyatt answer, sounding a little out of breath.
"This is Mr. Wraith calling, and I demand an update on the case!"
"Of course, Mr. Wraith, hang on, and I will take the call in my office."
"Very well," Mr. Wraith replied, taking another gulp of the whiskey.
He glared out the window and felt his impatience running out from waiting.
