Ares had barely fully walked into the private floor he had paid for in the hospital, when his phone rang.
"Ivar, talk to me," he said.
"Boss, there are so many things happening tonight, I don't even know where to start from."
"Tell me about it," he muttered under his breath, still a bit unstable from his encounter with the special agent, and that bastard, Berkely.
"I found out the guys are in jail," he said.
"I know that. We're under investigation by the FBI by the way. No slip ups," he warned.
"Shit!" Ivar cursed. "Okay. Will spread the information and seal all loose ends by the time I drop this call. But that's not all."
"What else?" He asked, pausing at the sink at the end of the floor to spray some water over his head.
"Someone poisoned the princess. She's on her way to a hospital now," he said, and Ares inhaled sharply.
"What the fuck man?!"
