Todd swore drunkenly as he fished his vibrating phone out of his pocket. The number was private, but Todd had a bad feeling he already knew who it was. "Yeah?" he barked, over the drone of music in the casino.
"Todd." A voice that sounded like it had smoked a thousand cartons of cigarettes, and maybe washed them down with a few gallons of whiskey hoarsely greeted him from the phone.
Todd swallowed a sudden knot of fear in his throat. "Yes boss?"
Abraham King wasted no time on pleasantries. "It has been brought to my attention that you have betrayed one of our own."
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Panama, really? Do you think I would even call you if I didn't already have the proof of your treachery in my hands."
Todd broke out in a sweat, a sweat that smelled of gi
