Chapter 220

• "Holy shit," I said, examining the photos closer. I saw several grainy pictures of Cyrus, with guns on tables around him. There were a few pallets nearby that were loaded with all manner of odd items, but stacked on top were what looked like clear bags of flower. I took a wild guess that it was drugs of some kind.
• "I would have called you first, but this just couldn't wait. I usually get a few favors from the ATF guys, whenever I give them a good tip like this, sorry." His look said that he really wasn't.
• Truthfully, I really didn't care. This sounded like it was the perfect way to get back at him, as well as move my desire to sell the business forward.