65Marshall Rupert’s cell phone rang as his rendezvous arrived. The name displayed on the phone told him he needed to take the call so he gestured for the sinister looking man to sit beside him.
“Yes,” Rupert answered as he tried to see beyond the hoodie cloaking the man’s profile. “That may be difficult.”
Hoodie turned enough for him to make out a pug nose, deeply pockmarked skin and a strong jaw clenching and unclenching rapidly.
“It may take a little time to get details of his schedule,” Rupert held the phone away while the caller shouted. “I understand,” Rupert added before disconnecting.
The man beside him pulled the hood to the back of his neck allowing Rupert to see him.
“Don’t do it,” Josef said, looking up at Sara straddling him. His hands were under her brassiere, massaging h
