“Mr. Roberts. A pleasure to meet you,” Benjamin Alton said, holding out his hand. It was Friday evening and after spending most of the day doing some deep research on the man, Jax had set it up through his intermediary to meet him.
Jax shook it as he said, “Please call me Tom, Mr. Alton. It’s less…formal.”
“Only if you call me Ben. I’m about to order dinner, if you’d care to join me.”
Jax nodded, taking a seat at the table, which was set off from the rest of them in the restaurant Ben Alton owned.
“Now, what can I do for you?” Alton asked. “A mutual friend of ours said you have a proposition for me, which is intriguing.”
Jax dipped his head in agreement but didn’t reply as a waiter had appeared between them, handing Jax a menu. “Would you gentlemen care for drinks before you eat?” the
