C7 Hiding: Chapter Seven
Milton stared at himself in the speckled shard of mirror above his bathroom sink. His eyes were bloodshot where he’d been woken from a sleep he’d sunk into within seconds of his head hitting the pillow. Why was he needed again when his shift was over? The Boss had so many men on his payroll. Surely he could manage to bring the Brits in without Milton’s help?
Doesn’t fucking seem that way