As soon as my boys left, Starks entered the room as if he’d been waiting for the chance. “Something I can do for you?”
“Yeah, you can answer this question. You told me to trust you, right, that you have it under control. So how did someone get by you to take out my kid’s pet?”
He was pissed. Fine, I’m not so much of an asshole that I would think he had no right since he barely knew his kid, but I was close to being that asshole because of all that was happening. I reminded myself that I’m a trained professional, and what’s more, I’m not the type to lose my cool at the slightest provocation, but it was a very close call.
However, I took my time answering him, doing my best not to let my anger get the better of me. “What is it that you want to say? Just say it and quit skirting around the issue; I don’t have time.” There, my tone didn’t even go up by a decimal.