"I take every shortcoming of yours as a personal insult," growled the large, grizzled man. "I didn't come this far to have my reputation compromised by idiocy. You will pay for your failure."

The man to which he spoke squirmed within his chair, trying to break free of the human vicegrips on each of his wrists. "P-p-p-please, Don, you must give me another chance! L-listen! I have information you need!"

The two muscular goons restraining the frightened man began to rise with him, but the Don rose his hand to stop them.

"Though I doubt you know anything I don't, I'll give you a fair shot. Don't ever let anyone tell you that I am not a fair man. What do you know?"

"Th-the name of the private detective that was anonymously hired by Haimovich's company. H-h-his first name is Chris. I got his phone number on the sheet of paper in my shirt pocket, you can find his last name like that..." One of the goons forcefully removed the slip. "I don't know who hired him though..." The man's last words trailed off.

The Don contemplated this for a moment, then smiled. "You may rest easy knowing that I personally appreciate this. However, you're allowing of Nate to escape is unforgivable. I hope they give you a nice coffin."

With that, the Don raised his pistol and fired two shots into the man's skull.

"Remove that from my office. I want Boyd to take care of this Chris situation. Have everyone else out looking for Nate. Tommorrow goes off without hitch, dammit, without a hitch, or my name isn't Robert Britt."

The Night Shift - Chapter 5 - Coming Soon