C21 No Traces

Wilmer Grayson paced about the room, restless. He wondered if the operation had been successful.

He’d expected to hear from the man he’d hired over two hours ago, but he’d heard nothing. Not a phone call. Not a text.

The man he’d hired was a professional, so he expected him to do well. He hoped he had succeeded because he wasn’t willing to deal with the consequences if he didn’t