Chapter 65
By four fifteen everyone was in place. Fifteen minutes later Trader made the call.
Bradley Poole was thinking about how much he needed a drink, so decided to leave early and head over to the local bar and have a couple. Maybe there was a Red Sox game on.
Swiveling around in his chair, he looked out the window. It was snowing lightly again. He stood when his phone rang. He thought twice about answering, but then sat back down as he picked up the receiver, “Hello.”
“Is this Bradley Poole?”
“Yes, How can I help you?”
“We need to talk. I know what you've been doing.”
“What in the world are you talking about?”
“I saw you go after Detective Sullivan.”
“You must have the wrong person.”
“Not a chance and you know it. I have some of it on video.”
“That I'd like to see.
