A DAY LATER
Barry sat in his study, fingers wrapped around a glass of whiskey. The late afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting a golden hue across the wooden floor. His phone buzzed once. A message. His lips curved into a small smirk as he read the content.
He finally had it. Some solid dirt on Luke, Jessica's brother.
“Stupid bastard should’ve known better,” Barry muttered under his breath, leaning back in his leather chair. “Crossing me… him and his sister both.”
He reached for a thin black folder lying on the edge of his desk and opened it. Photos, call logs, records. Everything he needed.
Luke had been running his mouth. Poking into business that didn’t concern him. Talking to cops. Meeting with people he shouldn’t be meeting.
Barry’s eyes narrowed at one photo in pa
