11:14

He checked his phone one more time. Still no call from that crazy bitch. No text, no email, no fucking little red number on any of these stupid fucking icons.

Christ it was getting cold. The wind had the edge that says: ‘winter is here, you just can’t see it yet you stupid bastards.’ His spies hadn’t reported any movement in at least 8 hours, but he knew the storm was gathering nonetheless. Too many things had slipped out of his fingers and too many interfering outside fucking agencies had dipped there noses in this stinking business.

Well they were about to find out what kind of shit this was and it s going to be well and truly smeared all over them. Teach the weaselly amateurs who to fuck with.

He lifted the phone and glanced an its screen for the tenth time in the last five minutes. Nothing.

I gotta move. Its gotta be now. I will deal with the bitch later. Lots of shit to be shared and she just earned herself a bucketful.