Bedtime Story: Silver and Scotch – Night 22
Silver and Scotch
Copyright 2015 by Barbara Hinske
Blake departed the Savannah terminal and headed for the taxi stand. He waited patiently in the sun, allowing the warmth to drive out the chill he’d felt since he’d talked with Alexi. He’d gotten twenty percent from the jeweler and now his take would be a measly ten percent from the Russians. Alexi had quickly shut down his attempts to negotiate the amount.
Did he still want to go through with it? That thought had plagued him all the way back to Savannah. He knew he did. He had enough money stashed away for a lifetime, but this wasn’t about the money. Never had been.
He stepped to the front of the line and nodded at the next cabbie in line. He’d take a six month vacation rental, buy a serviceable used car, assemble his tools, and get started after the conclusion of the Home and Garden Tour next week.