Chapter 7I awoke the morning following my stakeout of Graves’ place feeling antsy. It had been almost two weeks since I’d started my mission and I wanted it over. It wouldn’t happen if Graves sheltered in place, which he might until he thought whoever was killing off his people had been found and eliminated. But I didn’t believe he’d do that. He had too much to lose. By the time eleven o’clock rolled around, I began second-guessing that idea. Maybe deep down he was a coward. A punk who’d needed three other men with him when he tortured and killed Mark, because he was afraid to take him on by himself.
Perhaps it was time to taunt him? In the information Mark and I had put together were two phone numbers, one for the cell phone he used for his drug dealings, the other for his home. I flippe
