Six kilos of uncut coke and three dead bodies. Today was a good day apart from one slight problem.

Max listened to the unanswered ring; the mobile phone was on the verge of bouncing off the floor in frustration.

Time was of the essence.

Pity Mickey had a hole in his head, he always answered his fucking phone unlike Reggie the prick.

Roughly ten minutes before the armed response unit arrive. Max glanced down at makeshift tourniquet around his calf. He wasn’t going anywhere.

Footsteps echoed down the hall, Max pointed his gun at the door. They were getting closer.