Barry Deckland
He sat alone in his office, staring into the amber liquid in the tumbler. He was turning it around in endless circles, much like the way his thoughts were running in endless circles. He’d been in this introspective mood since Johnny had phoned him with the news.
He had explained that Chester had gone off with two men, one of which oozed danger, and told him that if he didn’t hear from them in three hours, he expected them to be dead. He’d waited five hours before phoning him and the man sounded terrified.
Johnny couldn’t give much information. He knew their first names and what they looked like, but he didn’t know where they were going after that warehouse. The warehouse was so well guarded that they couldn’t get close enough to see anything.
He’d sent some men to back u
