C12 CHAPTER TWELVE

~ SCORIO SNARLED AT THE FOUR men: “I want you to get the thing done right. I don’t want bungling. Understand?”

The bulky, flat-faced man with the scar across his cheek shuffled uneasily. “We went over it a dozen times. We know just what to do.”

He grinned at Scorio, but the grin was lopsided, more like a sneering grimace