Nolan Sinclair was less than pleased. He and his wife, exited his restaurant where they had lunch date to discuss daughter’s college plans, but he spend half the time on the phone yelling at one person after another. He had finally finished by the time they were in the parking lot. It was another cold scene between the married couple.
Five steps away from their white BMW, he received another call. Mrs. Sinclair gave him a disgusted look, which only got a strong pointed finger from Nolan. He wanted her to get in the car and shut up since given the incoming number, this was a call he needed to take. She didn’t take the command so easily.
“In the car! I’ll just be a minute!” he shouted. Mrs. Sinclair angrily sat in the car as she could hear her husband shout at some doctor named Banks.
“What? How could they fail? I don’t care if they’re all right! Did the cops find the lab?” he screamed as she checked her makeup in the