Chapter Forty Five
Rob nodded. “Did our friend make the trip?”
“Yeah. He’s here.”
Cherries brought the beer and placed the bottles in the center of the table. Rob waited until she was out of earshot before he spoke. “He’s not watching any volleyball neither, I’ll reckon.” Rob picked up a bottle and drank heavily.
“How’s that?” Jack asked.
Rob set the bottle down and twirled it in his fingers. “Word is he has some high level meetings scheduled with the Colombians. He’s on the hot seat. Has a lot of explaining to do.”
Jack reached into his jacket pocket and placed an envelope on the table. “Can you elaborate?”
Rob eyed the envelop. “Seems there is a discrepancy with the weigh scales, Jack. The Colombians are being shortchanged and they don’t much appreciate it. Someone’s skimming, I’l
