condensed master

Will Bonner
"Yes, but he'll start all over again, especially now there's a woman in charge.
He won't accept things like some of the others, but having said that, they all need
sorting out." Will hesitated before proceeding. "Tony is a loyal and decent person,
he's good at what he does but for God's sake don't confide in him. He's lost out
in the field, he's weak, so if he get's put under pressure he'll spill the beans, and
you'll be finished, if you've told him anything vital."
The wind was now getting cold and they went back indoors to have a final
drink before leaving. "You've never been involved in violence have you? It's all
been sophisticated stuff, you need to have someone that you can rely on, to take
over when violence appears."
"Things are much clearer to me now and I know the way ahead."
It seemed only minutes before Will was being dropped off in Vermont. He was
home earlier than usual and was expecting a response from Dorothy but none
came. It was getting towards the time when he would have to be home every
evening, no meetings in the city or anywhere for that matter, until the baby was
born.
The pressures at work continued to increase and Will was beginning to
question whether they would ever peak. His periods at home were hardly giving
him enough time to recharge his batteries and he was finding it difficult to keep a
grip on things. Recent events, concerning the organization, pressures at work, and
the constant expectation of the new arrival, were all contributing to one big mix.
He was dealing with crisis on demand like a juggler at the circus.
The phone had not yet been installed, and one such incident was initiated by
Ivan knocking on the door about 8 o'clock one evening. "You're wanted on the
phone Will, it sounds urgent. They wouldn't leave a message."
Will ran back up the street to Ivan's house and grabbed the phone, it was
Margaret on the other end. "Will! Dan's giving trouble, I'm expecting him here any
minute. Can you help me?"
"Don't do anything foolish just try and keep things low key, I'm on my way."
She must be desperate. Will had not given her Ivan's phone number, and directory
enquiries would not have been forthcoming with the information, unless she had
used her influence.
The short drive over seemed an age, his heart was pounding not knowing what
to expect when he arrived. He had disposed of the gun in the river at Warrandyte
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