"What do you suggest then? Hightail?" Nick asked as he emerged from the backdoor where he had lit a cigarette.

"And let our stack keep wasting? For every week we let that stuff sir, we risk losing it to other thieves, risk it being discovered too and let's not talk about the value going down in the black market. It's been years already, we clean it now or I don't know when else we'll get this chance again" Pete replied angrily.

"Then we must continue the job then. Baby sitters for life" Nick said with a sarcastic smile and sat on the floor, cross legged in his usual fashion.

"The old man won't let me call the shots, he's a persistent prick, he's using us big time, not even a step to cleaning our stack, I bet you he could do that with just a signature and a call but no, he's making sure he has what he wants first. He's wasting my darn time" Pete stated still fuming.

"Have you spoken w

"No more food until I say so" Brownson whispered as the chef and the servant scurried out of the room.

"I will keep trying darling. I'll find him" he begged as he held her weak bony shoulders.

She jerked from his hold and moved to the window, starinh out without a word.

"I'll get this cleaned up" Senator Brownson said as he kissed her hair lightly and exited the room.

Outside the door, he heaved a frustrated sigh, smoothened he s shirt, righted his tie and descended the stairs.

A uniformed man sat on the large white couch, he rose as Brownson entered and offered a hand.

"Good morning Sir, my name is Detective Bryan, thank you for allowing me in your home" the younger man said.

Brownson have a very brief handshake and sat opposite, refusing the tea the servant offered.

"I was contacted by the state Department, I've heard the incident and I wanted to ask a few questions" he said.



It was midday when Pete drove into the old abandoned warehouse by the outskirts of the city, an old flour mill with a wire fence and a two security posts left vacant. Even before he entered the premises, he could spot three men in total, two by the bushes at the entrance, on opposite sides and one behind the tank inside the premises. He also estimated that at least two flagged the Senator.

When Pete rolled to a stop, he carefully tucked his handgun in his pocket, a dagger in his boots and a string around his sleeve. He sent his location immediately to Nick and left his phone in the glove compartment before exiting the vehicle.

Meters away stood Senator Thomas Evans, flagged by two men as Pete had earlier predicted, each making a show of the bulges by their hips. Sen. Tommy was a round man, with a stomach twice his size, a clean shaven large face, receding black hair and below average, 

"What do you suggest then? Hightail?" Nick asked as he emerged from the backdoor where he had lit a cigarette.

"And let our stack keep wasting? For every week we let that stuff sir, we risk losing it to other thieves, risk it being discovered too and let's not talk about the value going down in the black market. It's been years already, we clean it now or I don't know when else we'll get this chance again" Pete replied angrily.

"Then we must continue the job then. Baby sitters for life" Nick said with a sarcastic smile and sat on the floor, cross legged in his usual fashion.

"The old man won't let me call the shots, he's a persistent prick, he's using us big time, not even a step to cleaning our stack, I bet you he could do that with just a signature and a call but no, he's making sure he has what he wants first. He's wasting my darn time" Pete stated still fuming.

"Have you spoken with him to speed things up?"

"Like hell I have, he won't budge, just gave me a few hundred dollars 

Chapter 8