29

Nate waited at the alley of an old pub. He planned to meet with one of the security men at Wyatt’s company.

The alley reeked of cigarettes and some other things Nate couldn’t figure out. He scrunched his nose as he glanced at his wristwatch, the man was fifteen minutes late.

He frowned, all he wanted to do was get out of the alley but he was on a mission and was ready to go lengths for his father.

“I’m sorry I’m late, I had a little bit of an errand to run,” a little man named Jake said as he came out from the corner of the pub.

Jake was in his late fifties, he was the head of security at Mr Wyatt’s company after working with him for the longest time.

“Care for a smoke?” He asked as he offered Nate a cigarette

“No, thank you” he politely declined

Nate had a hazy memory of him from when he was a child. He remembered meeting Jake a couple of times when he followed his father to the company.

“How can I help you young man?” Jake asked as they sat on a crooked bench at a dark