Chapter 14

• Scott came down from his car and checked the time on the silver watch lining his wrist. He was early. He shrugged off his jacket, gave it to the one of his men nearest him and started towards the darkened hallway of the grease stained building.
• The music reached his ears as he walked further in. He ignored the rancid stench of bad breath and drunkenness as he stepped past the noisy and drowsy people lounging on faded couches and splintered bench seats. Someone tapped on his shoulder but he didn't bother looking back. Now was not the time to indulge a drunk on where he might have known him. When he got to the room, the door was open and Maxwell was standing right beside it.
• "How is she?" Scott asked his trusted right hand man.