*Tallon*
The text from Vinny directing me to a warehouse that we rarely used didn’t sit right with me. It wasn’t like him to be so vague, or to disclose potentially compromising information in writing. Maybe it was because I was exhausted, but I made the choice to go to the address he sent me.
I had a bad feeling about it, but I couldn’t ignore it.
I had told Vinny to let me know the moment there was more information about this whole Russian mess, and it seemed like that’s what he was doing. I couldn’t ignore it. My instincts were screaming at me to turn back, climb into my warm bed, and pretend I hadn’t seen the text.
It probably would have been a smart move, but sometimes in this line of work, I had to do stupid things. I hadn’t gotten this far by being over-cautious.
