"What is this?" Hawke said as he threw a paper down on Michael's desk.
Michael finished the phone call he was on and hung up the phone. "Thank you for waiting per my assistant's request, Hawke. It's always nice when someone obeys orders. Now what are you talking about?"
Hawke tapped his finger against the picture in the newspaper. "Who took this?"
Michael studied the picture and laid it down. "A cameraman must have taken outside the Dunstan building. Caitin informed me earlier that circumstance had changed so I speeded the process. Keith Dunstan should be ready to fly the coop, as you would say."
"Well, he's not taking Caitlin with him. Dominic and I aren't going through this again." He picked up the paper and folded it in half.
Michael stood. "It was never a plan for Caitlin to go with Keith. My people will stop Dunstan before he can get away."
Hawke creased the paper at the fold. "Why am I suddenly flashing back to Horn and the desert spa?"
A whirring sound out Michael's window drew both of their attentions away from the conversation.
"What's that?" Michael asked.
Hawke grinned. "I speeded up the process myself." Hawke threw the paper at Michael and walked out.
Michael punched a button on his console and a woman's voice came over the line.
"Cassy, will you look out your window and tell me if there's a large black helicopter hovering in the parking lot."
There was silence over the line and then, "Yes, sir, there is."
"Get my car ready please."