For the man dealt in a lost land
of boulders and broken men.
G.K. Chesterton
Edward Addison sat at his desk silently fuming, he had just had a meeting with Adair, the stupid prick son of his cousin and his thoughts were running out of control. Just when he had tried to do something almost legitimate he’d been out manoeuvred once again. He needed this tenement badly as his illegal activities had generated so much money he was having trouble moving it through his usual channels, currently he had £120,000 pounds piled up in a warehouse across town and he needed to move it. He flicked through the file Adair had got from Crozier, where the f**k the guy got his information from he had no idea, it was all there though, everything, every plant he had in place, the routes of the drugs, the mone
