C130 Falling from Grace
“Mind your rattling enterprise, George!” Ethan hissed through clenched enamel, his grip tightening on George’s blouse. “You don’t realize a rattling thing about what’s going on.”
George bowled over and tried to chortle it off, but there was a part to his voice. “Easy, man. I’m just announcing—”
But Ethan didn’t permit him to finish. “No, you listen to me,” he said, his voice dangerously low
