C58 FIFTY-EIGHT

Again, the Chief slammed his hand on the best out of annoyance. “You don't call the shots here. I do. What do you think this is? Your world?”

Comfortably, “you just used a slot. Remaining two,” Clyde said, holding the Chief's gaze.

“You must be kidding me.”

“You're wasting both our time,” Clyde reminded him.

When he saw the seriousness in Clyde's demeanor, he sat