Twenty Four

Monday morning was alaways the best for the governor of Arizona. Mr Terry Burton is an early raiser and had bathed and dressed up just a few minutes past seven. He had to see to the affairs of the state and put them in order. The attack at the St. Mary Roman catholic church still ring a bell. His phone rang when he was about to go and have his breakfast, he checked the phone and saw the caller, W.D. He knew who is calling, but, why the hell is this mother fucker calling him now. What did he want. He picked the call, "good morning Governor" the caller said plensently, "good morning white dragon" the governor said, "how was your night Governor", "fine, may I know why you called", " take it easy governor", "you know that I should be at the office now", "I understand Governor, but I just want to inform you about a little issue that I want you to take into consideration while going to the office". The governor jaw tighted, he said nothing. "you had about what happened at the St. Mary Roman