“Thank you, Sebastian. Terrence, guard him. I called a friend of mine. He’ll be here shortly.”
They waited for about ten minutes before a big, bearish man stepped into the lobby. He spotted Mike and made his way toward him.
“Mikey!”
“Bernie! It’s been a while. I’m sorry I’ve got to pull you away from your busy schedule, but this is an urgent matter. Bernie, this guy right here is my very capable personal assistant, Terrence Whitley. Terrence, this is Bernard Shaw, the Chief of Police.”
Terrence extended his right hand and Bernard reciprocated. Mike then explained everything about the assignment.
“Proof, Mikey.”
“Terrence.”
Terrence passed the recorder over to the Chief of Police, who listened to the entire conversation. Sebastian’s face grew paler as he foresaw the legal consequences of his part in this sordid business. He hadn’t expected for his confession to be recorded.
“Mikey, what are we going to do next?”