Chapter 21 Tools Of Control

• (POV: Mateo)
• The heavy oak door of the study clicked shut behind me. It blocked out the echoes of fake politeness and the thick smell of Montoya fear. Silence here was better, cleaner. I walked to the sideboard where the drinks were. I poured a good amount of dark whisky – single malt, older than the shaky old man I just left downstairs. The smooth heat as I took the first sip didn't really warm the cold feeling of satisfaction inside me.
• Tonight was… useful.