Chapter 11
He walked into the Mr. Biggs restaurant about fifteen minutes late; traffic. He had learnt from his father a both-ways business man Benjamin Odum that being ‘reasonably’ late to a meeting made the other person nervous. Chris was wrong, as wrong as his father’s morality. He knew he was a weapon’s dealer, but he felt too indebted to his father for deceiving him so he had done nothing but fed the police bits and pieces. Nothing was done. Seeing Destiny through the glass made him nervous. Her eyes were on him, following his every movement as he made his way inside to join her. He joined her at the closest table to the door. No one could jump either of them there.
“Hey”, she began.
“That is one creative way to start after everything that has happened between us”, he said arms fold
