Chapter Twenty-Five
Thief
Danny waved me toward the back room as soon as I walked in the front door. He didn’t speak as I followed him down into the basement, but I felt sure that something was up. As he opened his office door, I caught sight of an older man standing in the office. Then a sudden sound made me glance on my six, and I saw a burly man in the hall behind me, cutting off my escape.
“Inside,” Danny said, motioning me into the private office.
Swallowing my fear, I walked in and stood at attention in front of the white-haired man. He was about five-six, and wore thick glasses with an elastic band around the back like a machinist might have. He didn’t introduce himself, but I knew almost immediately who he was, and it scared the piss out of me.
Danny walked in behind me and cl
