Fegar's cursing made Lance hold the receiver far away, and everyone in the room heard which door it was coming from.
Lance waited until he caught his breath and stopped talking before putting the receiver to his ear, "I hope you always think that way, Fegar."
"By the way, fuck you!"
He hung up the phone with a snap, but he wasn't really angry.
His men had taken care of probably ten or twenty of Fegar's people in the middle of the night and burned down his bar, causing him heavy losses.
If someone did this to him, he'd be furious too.
He then picked up the receiver and dialed Director Bru's number. During this time, Director Bru had been staying at the police station; in this regard, he inherited the style of Charlie or Hunter, having set up a lounge in the office.
This way, he didn't have to go home after dark; he could just have someone bring him some food and keep working late into the night.
