Excerpt
The men spoke in hushed whispers as they stood in the shade of the giant tree near the edge of town in Bedford, Iowa. They glanced around occasionally to see if anyone else was nearby. The tall man dressed in a white three-piece suit, white wide-brimmed hat, and a blue flashy tie took a handkerchief from his coat pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The noon sun made it hot, even in the shade. The fact that he was dealing with a ruthless, dangerous man made him perspire. He didn’t leave the office in St. Louis much, however, when he did go into the field, it was on important business. The palms of his hands were wet. As he nervously argued with Simpson, he wiped them on his suit.
“When are you going to get that Reilly property for me, Isaac?” The smaller man in the black business suit with the bulging stomach asked grimacing as he stared into the cold eyes of the man standing before him like a statue.
“Within a few days, Walker,” Isaac Simpson replied. “Quit your worrying. Don’t I always deliver?”
“How can I help but worry? Time’s running out for us … and I need that property. It’s in a prime location. The boss said to get it, one way or the other.”