NICHOLAS
“Speak.” I barely recognized my own voice.
Danny called a few hours ago, informing me that there was a hit on one of my trucks.
Not just any shipment, mine. The ones I personally oversaw. That had been happening way too often for my liking. Those rigs were headed north, meant for a client with just enough brains not to screw with me. Or so I thought. Now the entire convoy was off the radar.
“You won’t believe this amateur s**t, boss,” Danny said, practically buzzing.
Only one thing ever got him this riled.
“They hacked the GPS,” he went on. “Sloppy job, too. Could’ve been clean if it weren’t for me.”
“Straight to the point, Danny.”
I was already reaching for my keys.
“Right. Sorry. I traced the last ping to an alley off Fourth. There’s a bar there… cheap, loud, and gue
