Ethan
I leaned back on my car and waited with my hands in my pockets, looking at the underbridge on which a train was passing at that moment, the lights of the train slightly illuminated the environment and then went dark again when it passed completely.
I lit a cigarette and lit it, puffing in as much smoke as possible. I didn't usually smoke, I rarely did, only when I was nervous and I needed to calm down and distract myself with something and that was one of those moments. I was waiting for a person, an informant, who was to give me important documents about the O'Kellys company.
Noah and I had reached out to one of the best to look for all the irregular and regular transactions, the most hidden, every single quibble, to figure out where the mistake was, what was wrong that could be
