“Any luck on that number?” I asked while drying my hair as Dylan showered after coming home from a long meeting.
When I wasn’t with Dylan, I was at home doing the background work. I realized I’m better at doing the paperwork and little things, organizational stuff, than the forefront work of meetings and dealing with people and our territory.
“We got the guy, but he doesn’t know anything about a person in a cloak at all. Apparently, he deals with all of his buys in person and never met someone with that description. I told him, if he sees or hears anyone that matches that description to let me know.” I watched as he dried his hair with the towel, half naked and still a little moist from the showers, he had little droplets of water residue still left on his six-packs.
“Let me help you
