A short time later, Red headed out with Francis to meet with a prospective client. The meeting had gone well, so well in fact, they not only had another shipment to be handled, but they had padded their pockets with a sizable amount of cash.
As they were headed to the car, Francis reached out, pulling gently at Red’s sleeve.
“Can I talk to you a moment,” he asked, gesturing his head to a secluded spot, “alone.”
Red’s brows furrowed slightly, for the young man seemed in a serious mood for once. A novelty in itself. “Dembe, could you call Louis and get that shipment rolling, please.”
Dembe inclined his head, leaving the men to their privacy.
Francis walked a few feet, then sighed. “I was wrong to stick my nose into your private affairs,” the man began, “and I promised myself I wouldn’t
