Knox

I lean back in my leather chair, the dim desk lamp glows across the stacks of papers scattered in front of me. 

The clock on the wall says it’s well past 6 p.m, I can't go home now. There are too many things unresolved, too many loose ends circling in my head. 

I grab my phone, scroll to Ben’s name, and hit call. He answers after two rings, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

“Knox? What’s going on, man?”

I rub the back of my neck, feeling the tight knots built up from hours of stress. “The plan failed. Everything went wrong tonight.”

Ben mutters a sharp curse. “Damn, what...