It was almost light out and he’d been freezing his ass off for a good hour. Apparently, Batiste’s contact didn’t give a fuck about being on time. Finally, a black Escalade with dark tinted windows pulled up. The driver got out and opened the back door. Seth dropped his cig on the concrete and climbed inside. A middle aged human with glasses sat in the back seat. Not exactly who Seth had in mind to play the part of the Tolie bigwig. Maybe he’d seen Goodfellas too many times.“Drive,” the guy said.Once they were back in traffic, he turned and looked at Seth. “Ah, yes. I remember you. You were one of the first.”Holy shit. This was the guy. The guy. Seth had some weird visceral reaction, like he thought the fucker was going to brandish a needle full of all kinds of shit and stab him with it right there in the SUV.“Tell me, what is your name?”“Uh, Seth.”“Alright, Seth. As I know you have been hand-selected by Batiste to handle our business together, I’ll identify myself as well.
