CHAPTER 111. The Perfect Moment

Mason drummed his fingers on the kitchen counter. He had been waiting for hours for the man he was told could handle the job. He was furious, anxious to hear what his contact had to say. Finally, there was a knock at the door, and a short, scrawny, utterly insignificant-looking man with a suitcase greeted him.

“I’m not buying anything,” Mason growled, but before he could close the door, the man stopped him.

“But I am for sale, for a good price, of course.”

Mason