Chapter 22: Pablo's Fury

The red phone on the desk kept ringing nonstop. Christopher swallowed hard. His hand hovered in midair, but he never found the nerve to pick up. He knew the call had to be from Nelson. It was his own fault. Before the assessment, he'd talked up a star recruit, hyping Daniel like he was a demigod. If not for that, Nelson wouldn't have shown up in person to watch. He drew a few deep breaths, braced himself, and lifted the receiver. "Hello, Division Commander. You're up late, sir." "How could...