Hey Big Brother

Graham's Point Of View   “What?” I snapped.   There was a beat of silence on the other end, as if the caller was weighing the best way to break news to me.   Then his voice, low and serious: “Boss… you might want to sit down for this.”   “I’m already sitting, talk.”   “It’s Jaxx.”   Everything stilled. My pen slipped from my fingers. “What about him?” I asked tightly.   “He’s in town.”   I stood so fast, my chair screeched against the floor. “What?! That bastard is here?”   “Yes, sir. Got word from one of our guys near the East Quarter. Saw him yesterday evening.”   My blood surged. “Yesterday?! You said he’s in town. When exactly did he arrive?”   “About… a week ago.”   A vein throbbed in my temple. My voice thundered. “A week? You mean to tell me that bastard has been in my city for an entire week and I’m just hearing this now?”   “I… I only just got confirmation.”   I slammed my palm on the desk. “Of what use are you to me then?! What the hell have I been paying you for?!”   “I’m so