87

Damien 87.

I had no ill will towards Al Vegas and I knew next to nothing about him except for the Intel Jackson got me. I trusted Jackson's skill as a tracker. So it annoyed me when Michael asked if I was behind the hit.

"I understand that in cases like this, everyone is a suspect but you really need to take it easy on the booze," I replied.

"Come on, he stole from you! There is motive," He said, his eyes gleaming with suspicion.

"He stole from the company," I said.

"Same difference," He replied with a shrug.

"So you called me here to interrogate me" I said to him, holding his steady gaze with mine.

"You have the most to lose," He countered.

"Yes, but not to the point of chocking a man with his balls," I replied in a calm tone.

"You rich assholes with your problems, like the common man is not committing enough crimes," Micheal complained bitterly. I could not even blame him for his sentiment. His work was stressful enough.

"According to my investigations, Al V