out-spire

Diversion Meet me at the bar NOW! The message read. I closed my phone and pulled a sleeve back to check the time. 8:09. Its been fifteen minutes since I got here. Tony had to show up soon. The door opened, letting in a gust of cold night air. It hit the bell hanging off the wall, chiming in the empty air. It was Tony. “There he is,” I said, giving a slight wave. “Sam, you made it!” Tony looked shocked, but hurried on over to the table. “Things just got real bad, Sam. They know about the stash.” “I’m not sure what you’re talking about” I looked at him crossly. Tony usually ha