13: Playing Into The Devil's Lair.

Armando left the rest for William to handle and went back to his club. He walked in through the secret back door and sat at his office table smoking a blunt and enjoying the hushed sound of the loud music back inside the club. He took a sip of the whiskey in front of him while gazing at the wall, using the opportunity to let his thoughts wander.

And then, there was a knock at the door.

Armando looked up from his whiskey, the knock at his secret door dragging him back from his thoughts. Who could be knocking at this hour?

He hadn't expected anyone else tonight and the cash shouldn't be delivered that fast. He stood up, the blunt hanging lazily from his lips, and walked over to the door. He glanced at the security monitor and saw a shadowy figure waiting outside.

"Who is it?" Armando called out through the door, his voice calm but commanding. "It's me, Drexel," came the muffled reply from the other side.

Drexel was one of Donovan's most trusted men, he was the spy he had on Donovan's c