Grunts and rumbles answered his query as he kept his smile firmly in place. These arrogant motherfuckers paid lots of money for the service he provided, and he couldn’t afford to piss them off. Not if he wanted them to come back.
“Now, before we take you out onto the area, there are a few things we need to go ov—”
“Cut the crap, Landon,” a guy at the front of the room cut him off. “What we want to know is what you have for us.”
Landon hid his anger with the ease of long practice. Brad Harrington was a total prick, but he was also a repeat customer. “We have our usual high-quality prey for you, Mr. Harrington. Young, fit males and females taken from our usual stock pool, plus a smattering of ex-military types to keep things interesting.”
Brad folded scrawny arms over his chest and glare
