B J Jones the Story of My LifeChapter 367
This meeting with Frank and Eric was from our agreement to keep closer communication on security issues. I was surprised to see that the wimpy triplets were not at the table. I wondered if Frank was still hammering them about the Mason jar. I couldn’t imagine anyone that timid being placed in a high level security position. Usually those positions required a poker face, nerves of steel and a big pair of brass balls with extra gruff to go with it. We talked about the expanded agency contract...