Jax zipped up his shirt, picked the pistol on the table and put it in his back pocket. "If the man boy won't come to us, I guess we'll have to go to him?"
"That's not professional, sir", one of his henchmen said, seated comfortably, with an half cigarette in his mouth.
"Nothing's more professional than five million pounds, Jason", he said and headed for the door. "If Mary comes around, tell her I travelled and I won't be back, today... She sickens me"
He had set up a meeting with the strange person who had offered a job, a few days earlier. He had been amazed at how young the 'man' looked in the pictures but the offer was more amazing than that. They rarely got jobs that offered payments in pounds, the same way the jobs rarely offer up to half a million. Jax had almost hit a jackpot; he
