Chapter 1812

As soon as Moshe's voice faded, a man with a small braid, Floyd Haines, handed his gun to a buddy, pulled out a plastic zip tie, and walked up to Clinton. He ordered, "Hands out." Clinton was not ready to give in. "I'm here on business with your boss. I know him—I wanna see him!" Floyd was unfazed. He raised his boot and slammed it right into Clinton's face. "Shut the fuck up! I said hands out! Say one more word, and I'll light you up!" Blood gushed from Clinton's nose as he staggered back, furious. He had a dozen lies ready to go—he knew he could spin them so well, the other guy would not know what hit him. Too bad they were not giving him the chance. He looked helplessly at Matthew. Matthew was just as frustrated. The original plan had been for Clinton to sell the three of them in, build some contacts, dig up information, and then act as a supplier sneaking in weapons from the outside. Nobody expected them to treat Clinton like a disposable pawn right off the bat. He gave a subt