CHAOS
NEXT DAY
Brick came to see me early, before the bar opened, before most of the club was even awake.
He knocked once on my office door, stepped inside, and closed it behind him without waiting for permission, that alone told me this wasn’t routine.
Brick never closed doors unless whatever he had to say needed to stay between four walls, he sat across from me and placed his phone on the desk.
There was a photo open on the screen. I picked it up, at first, I didn’t fully process what I was looking at, then my stomach tightened.
It was one of our routes. One of ours.
A specific run we’d planned four days ago during a closed meeting, six men in the room, no one else. The details were exact, timing, stops, contact names on both ends, every single thing.
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