“Does he really think he can hide again?”
James looked up at his boss. The portly man in a simple polo shirt and summer shorts would fool anyone into thinking he was a harmless old man who wouldn’t hurt a fly. But James knew better and Enock should have known better, too.
The life of crime was not for the faint-hearted. James actually thought the life of crime was best suited for those who had no heart, actually. And none other came close to being as ruthless and heartless as Mr. Given, the boss.
Nobody stole from Mr. Given and got away with it. It just didn’t happen. James had been working for the man for almost twelve years and he knew for a fact Mr. Given always got his man. The man took the definition of heartless to a new level that made even James shudder with unease.
Enock had
