Chapter 13Part of the job, being threatened. Better part of the job, ensuring you stayed alive.
It was a simple case of knowing your enemy, and in the last week, Jimmy had made several.
So, in his room on the second floor of the privately-owned Outerbridge Motor Court, he sipped at water he’d bought from the vending machine down the hall. Keeping his wits about him. Two hours had slipped by since that ominous phone call. Without his laptop, he’d had to use his phone to try and track the number, but he came up empty. Not that he was nervous about the caller, but doing your due diligence did come with a survival factor. He kept the lights off, the television off. Only the glow from his phone and the light from the moon above brought him light, dim as they were on a cloudy night. Ensuring a
