Mr. Black and The Resurrectionist

The BMW pulls through the gate and parks next to my car. A man steps out of the vehicle and walks towards me with a blank expression on his face. “Mr. Black, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” I greeted. I extended my hand but he didn’t take it. He was distracted, looking over his shoulder. “There’s no need to worry. I came alone, unarmed, and ready to serve,” I comforted with a smile. “How can I be sure this will work? How do I know that as soon as I pay you, you won’t put a bullet in me?” … Continue reading Mr. Black and The Resurrectionist