The next day came, the day I planned to put Mr. Campbell down to the ground where he belonged.
We drove to Baltimore Harbor, the place Mr. Campbell told me to meet with him. But before leaving, I sent some of my men along with Diego’s men to get Geoffrey out.
We arrived at the harbor, saw Mr. Campbell standing in front of his Jeep. Surrounded by his men. He lit his pile. Then they went to my car to meet us.
”I am happy you could make it,” he said, dragging me to his bosom before I could step out of the car, tugging me into his jacket. I assumed this may be his way of treating people he planned to kill.
He didn’t stop but kept holding me tight like a father who hadn’t seen his son for a long time.
“That’s okay, Mr. Campbell,” I said, pushing him slowly from me.
“Oh, yes, I am sorry
