He should have been exhausted, but he was so wired he didn’t think he could sleep again. When he shut off the truck, a large man came walking out carrying a duffel bag. Tony climbed out of the truck as the man glared at him. Tony was only five foot seven inches tall and this guy towered over him. In addition to his height, the guy looked like he was solid muscle. “I’m Slade,” the man said. “I’m your boss.” “Well hi, I guess. I’m not sure if it’s nice to meet you just yet.” “Benito called me.” “Who is Benito?” “He’s the guy you shot in the leg last night. You really did kill those cops.” “Yeah. Apparently you all didn’t believe me. Maybe from now on you will,” Tony said. “Maybe you’re right. You killed one of Benito’s men.”
