Part Eight

At exactly five am, the elevator doors dinged open, and Dominic stepped inside. Ethan smirked as he looked at him, and Dominic knew that he hadn’t said a word, yet. In the basement parking lot they climbed into the SUV, and Cooper sped off through the quiet streets.

“Anything to report?” Dominic asked the four quiet men in the SUV with him.

Cooper grinned and shook his head. He was the nicest of the four, the nicest manners, courteous, and respectful to others. He didn’t drink or smoke, didn’t go to strip clubs, and he never helped himself to the hookers they had on payroll either.

Austin was less reserved. He knew what he wanted, and took it when he wanted it. He liked women, and a lot of them. He drank on occasion, but usually only when they were at the house with no plans to leave. He was a reader, and spent a lot of his time outdoors.

Ethan liked to be in the shadows. He never really left Dominic alone, he was always somewhere nearby, and it had proved valuable over the years. He