"A pleasant surprise," John said to Jeremiah as he walked into his office.
"Save me the daunting pleasantries," Jeremiah said, grabbing the chair right in front of him before taking his seat.
John sighed. "Well, an old dog has to try, doesn’t he?"
Jeremiah didn’t look like he was in the mood for small talk. "You know why I’m here."
"I could guess."
"I don’t trust him. I never have. But this time, he’s really pressing the button. He really thinks he has some sort of godlike power now, doesn’t he?" Jeremiah said.
John exhaled. "Well, you know how this goes—when a merchant gets murdered, all hell breaks loose trying to figure out who did it."
"Well, f**k him and all of hell," Jeremiah said, bringing both of his hands to the table. "I say Gustavo is trying to get rid of us, just like hi
