47
Jeremy Welch stood in his usual spot on the roof of the Mainline Oil headquarters. Once again, Levi De Luca was late. Welch smoked his third cigarette in a row.
And he hardly ever smoked.
Once again, De Luca showed up with his right-hand man, Marco. They breezed through the access door to the roof as if it was a Sunday stroll.
"It's the weekend and you're still here?" De Luca said, as he walked over, shoulder to shoulder with Marco. "You really should learn to relax."
"Don't push me," Welch said. "I'm on the edge as it is."
The two men reached the corner of the roof.
Marco looked down to the streets below. "Don't worry, we only push people if they deserve it."
There was malice in Marco's tone. In his eyes.
"Remember who you're talking to," Welch said, viewing Marco with disdain
