The apartment Lorne finally decided on was in what used to be someone’s home. It had been broken into six apartments. His was one of two with a private entrance from the backyard. He signed the lease two days after arriving in the city.
“Now all I have to do is go back, quit my job, and pack up my things,” he told me that evening as the three of us ate dinner at my place. “I’ll have to give at least two weeks’ notice.”
“I’ll arrange for us to fly out in the morning,” Gavin said, taking out his phone. He did, then said, “While he’s gone, Brant, you can head east to take care of that job.”
I nodded, telling him it wouldn’t happen tomorrow as I had to set everything up to infiltrate the organization, which would require his people dealing with the man I was going to replace. Of course he k
