He was short, chubby with round fat cheeks which made him look like he had no cheekbones. His small eyes were sagged, but had this stillness that brooked no patience.
His was dressed in black, expensive suit with a Rolex round his wrist. Flanked by two hefty men, he made his way into the dark room and said, “switch on the lights.”
The lights were switched on and he saw Fitz tied to a chair.
“Hello young man.” The fat man, Zedan said in a low voice. “I guess you felt you could double-cross me after three years of giving you a life.”
Fitz who had been beaten by the thuds looked battered and weak.
“I am told that you act tough.” Zedan said. “I guess you don’t know what you are dealing with. Where is the chip?”
Fitz raised his face to look at Zedan. He had never met him in person and thi
