One Way
He answered without turning around.
“Yes?”
“How much did you hear?”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Turn around.” One on the man demanded.
Calvin turned hesitantly to face them.
“Calvin Cartier….” The taller one chuckled darkly.
“How much is the person paying you? I can give you double, if you tell me their name.” These type of people could do anything for money, so money was the best way to lure them.
“Sorry Cartier,” he whispered in a dangerous tone walking closer to Calvin, pulling out a sharp, shiny blade from his waistband, “our work demands loyalty.”