“Where were you last night?” Larry cradled the phone on his shoulder, which had begun to tremble from the strain.
“We decided…” the voice hesitated as if massaging the brow beneath it. “We decided not to come.”
“Just like that? Just not show up?”
“We decided,” the voice spoke deliberately, “that it wasn’t in our best interest.” The specificity in the man’s language reeked of legal counsel. Continue reading “The Brinks Job Job by Fordy Shoor”