Chapter 6 - Pearce
I dragged a calloused hand over my face, rubbing at my eyes and the stubble along my chin. I was f*****g tired, and I could think of about a thousand things I’d rather be doing than talking with Marco about who the f**k went after Kato. But that was the job, and I was pissed enough that I didn’t even feel the tiredness, anyway.
Nice to know I can always be angry enough to fight through sleep deprivation, I thought humorlessly.
“You figured out who made the damn call yet?” I asked Marco gruffly. I was on the verge of losing my patience, and the only reason I didn’t was because this was Marco, and it wouldn’t work with him. He didn’t put up with my s**t. It made me play nice.
Which I f*****g hated.
“Sorry, boss,” he said through the phone. I could hear clicking in the
