Chapter Song – Unknow - The Maccabees
‘Heel, toe, heel, toe, heel, toe, stomp, stop … creak … step, step … creak’ went the sound of my footsteps, and the saloon door to cubicle number two of Chantry’s basement shooting range. And yes, we decided to keep Chantry’s name on the marquee of our NYC financial base. It was a decision so as not to alarm those factions in other parts of the country I haven’t visited. I heard from good counsel that it would be best not to make abrupt changes, and that includes changing the organization’s name. It didn’t bother me. I certainly didn’t want a raging bullet in my head.
‘Tap, tap, tap, tap … clutch … click’ went the sound of my nails, and the Glock in my hands. I remembered the day when I got called by Victor in his upscale office. Some of his cohorts
