CHAPTER EIGHT
X was on his way to meet a demanding Christian. He was regretting accepting the burner phone from him. Something told him when they first met that this man was unpredictable. His instincts had told him that working with Christian could turn out to be a vexatious partnership. He had broken the cardinal rule by ignoring his gut but reminded himself that this was his last job before hiding out in Italy for a few months.
Christian stood up, looking visibly agitated as soon as he saw X enter the building. X, for his part, took in the look on Christian‘s face. With his eyes, X told him to sit the f**k down. Christian obeyed like a terrified schoolboy and pulled his chair out, screeching it across the tiled floor and attracting more unwanted attention. He silently mouthed “sorry”
