McCall's hands are shaking as he grips the steering wheel tightly, the truck bouncing over the uneven road leading to the warehouse district.
He feels sick to his stomach. The shipment in the back feels heavier than usual, not just because of its weight, but because of what it means.
Another deadline met.
One more month of his daughter's life bought.
He pulls up to a shoe warehouse, the faded sign reading "Murphy's Footwear."
A front for Royce's drug business.
Taking a deep breath, he climbs out of the truck and walks towards the entrance. It smells of leather and dust, but underneath it all is something else. Something that makes his skin crawl and makes his stomach turn.
"McCall!" Royce's voice booms across the place, as he comes out from the corner, wearing an exp
