GRAY
“I want eyes on him all the time,” I told the muscular guy marching forward behind me, trying to catch up with my long strides as I advanced to my car on the other end of the quiet road.
“Yes, boss.”
“Get those files to the safehouse too,” I added, fishing out my phone from my pocket.
I heard his retreating footsteps before slipping into the car and shutting the door behind me. I went straight to my contacts, dialling his number.
“What took you so long?” his deep chuckles emitted from the speakers.
“I have been tying up loose ends.” I grinned.
“Gray, my man!” he hollered.
“I am sorry to be doing this over the phone, Terry.” I apologised. “I have to see my girl later tonight and I can't take a raincheck. I am sure you understand that?” I wiggled my eyebrows and he laughed ligh
