The old man stood across the street, hiding himself in the shadows of a dark alley, and watched Jenks and his men come walking out of the revolving glass doors of the hotel. A frown accentuated the deep creases of his old face. Leaving his phone behind in the hotel room would only confirm Jenks’s suspicions. The brown-eyed killer had an inside man working for him in the Jenks organization. God help the informant if the big man ever got his hands on the man’s pitiful old body.
Limping back deeper into the alley’s shadows, he turned and began hopping down the alley and away from the hotel. He needed to find a safe place to hide. He needed to find a phone so he could call the brown-eyed killer and let him know that he had found something worth looking at out of the hours upon hours of examin
