Ashkeron led Sanderson and the top brass as they sent us off. When we came down, Ashkeron talked to me a little, and when I was this close to him, I could clearly see the look of interest in his eyes. Yep. He likes guys.
We bade each other goodbye and were about to leave, but then a few cars roared and skidded to a halt by the road. A dozen men with tattoos got out and walked toward Baytex, and the whole lot of them were smoking. It was obvious that they were the local thugs, and they were a sizable gang as well.
The top brass of Baytex frowned as the thugs closed in. Ashkeron seemed especially disgusted by these men.
The thug in the lead suddenly called out to me, "d**k!"
I froze up and squinted at the thug. He was about forty years old and looked like a typical Seanean. He was short,
