Crimson Shore (Agent Pendergast, #15)(95)

Proctor’s mind raced through various scenarios. He must pick one and execute it. He needed time, just a little time, a few seconds at most…

“Not in the mood for a chat? Just as well. I have a great many things to do, and so I bid you: Good night.”

As he felt the plunger slide home, Proctor realized his time was up—and that, to his vast surprise, he had failed.