He had spoken with De Antonio to get some time off. It was easier to convince him since Antonio knew what the tattoo meant. He didn’t have to lie.
“Hey”, Baron called. He had found the shack with ease, being the first thing he set his eyes on when he walked into the nearest thicket.
The man turned and looked at him. “How may I help you?”
“The tattoo on your hand”, Baron replied and showed the tattoo on his left arm too. “I know what it means and we have to do”
“I don’t understand. You came to tell me what my tattoo means or what?”
“I came to tell you that I can have the cops watch you till they get something on you and put you behind bars”, Baron said and stepped closer to him. “And they will find something. We both know you can’t go twenty four hours without it”
“I can tell them to
