Chapter 109 The Scheme

• The following morning, Jim sat behind his mahogany desk, the blinds half-drawn against the harsh morning light. The office smelled of smoke, sweat, and suspicion. He’d already gone through two cigars and half a pot of bitter coffee, but neither had settled the knot in his stomach.
• The phone on his desk rang for the third time in less than an hour. His men were on edge: Hardy’s couriers had been torn apart, his shipment gone up in flames, and the streets were buzzing. Someone had made a move, and Hardy was rattled.
• That made Jim rattled.