-THREE YEARS LATER-
“Police raided our warehouse! The one we rent from Walsh.” Kim almost fell into my office panting in between words like she had just finished running a marathon. Her dark bob was impeccable as always, but she still tried to smooth it over when she regained her composure.
“I know,” I answer her. And I know cause I was the one who tipped the police off. Walsh is a thief who needed to be put in place and since he refused to cooperate with me, I had to teach him a lesson.
“Our product? Our paperwork?” The terror in her face is hard to miss cause if cops got their hands on any of the paperwork, we would all end up in jail or worse. Too many big names would get caught and retaliation against us would be imminent so life in prison sounds like a vacation compared to th
