Mikes POV
I pull up in front of my penthouse. The place is quiet. Too quiet. I have a splitting headache. The type that starts from the back of your head and migrates to the front. Where you can literally feel your head pounding. I had been thinking a lot. Everything is weighing heavy on my head.
From the mess with the envelope, Donald’s woman who happens to be Delmonts daughter. If only Donald had listened to me. All this would have been over by now, and Theo is not talking. I might have to release him. He obviously knows nothing about what has happened. And to top it all up a shipment came in late. One of the new boys almost got followed. Stupid move, very Careless. That’s how you get the cops on your back. That’s how people end up dead.
I move drugs. Pills. Coke. Stuff that makes
