Brandon Ford
“Mr. Ford… we both know this doesn’t have to go on record.” The detective’s voice was oily, almost pleading. His eyes were greedy like they're eager to receive a million.
His fingers drummed once on the table and his brown eyes flicking to the black card I’d already placed between us.
I didn’t blink...no I just watched the numbers climb on his phone when the transfer hit...it was six figures that made his Adam’s apple bob.
"This is excellent....Be sure to stay away from that issue Mr Ford, I may be tied next time."
He exhaled through his nose, pocketed the card, and offered his hand like we were old friends sealing a gentleman's agreement.
I took his hand and smirked slightly. "I will try my best." Then I turned to leave.
The door unlocked with a metallic click that so
