“Maggie,” Haden yelled through the hidden door to his left. “Clear my schedule. Everything has turned to shit.” He didn’t expect a response and did not wait for it before he reached for the phone and hit a number on his speed dial. It rang three times before it was answered. It was always three times.
“Hello.” The voice on the other end of the line was deep and clear.
“Vandal,” Haden said, “I need you to move up the schedule.”
“Twenty-four hours; more if you can manage it.” Haden did not like rushing Vandal, but Hector had made a big miss of things.