Chapter 3
“Will you stop pacing and sit down?” Witze was in the chair near the fireplace that Nick had been so fond of during his previous stay in the basement safe house.
Nick barely spared Witze a glance, growled under his breath, and kept right on pacing.
“He should have been here twelve hours ago. Jimmy wouldn’t have waited. He’d have left immediately. You gave the courier the map I drew and you trust she followed your instructions?”
Witze’s long-suffering sigh did nothing but agitate Nick further. He stopped, turning to face the man, and rubbed at the back of his neck for a moment before stuffing his hands into his pockets. A few seconds later, he took them out and ran the fingers of one hand through his hair.
Witze’s hand hit the table with a soft thud, but Nick resisted the urg
