Chapter 11

Burdock's head snapped back at the blow, and his chair went sliding backwards. Hitting the askew edge of a throw rug, the chair tipped over, landing Burdock on the floor with a loud thud.

With a string of curse words, he lifted himself off the floor, righted his chair, then turned so he was facing me. "Okay, I'll give you that one." He followed the declaration with, "You are one of the best Op's I have ever seen, and you are fucking killing yourself. You have become a problem for the other members, and you damn well know it. I had to do something, Torin. I was losing you!"

**~Marlowe~**

Two days had passed since my introduction to the members of Rook's club, and I was now trying to decide if I'd been dropped down Alice's rabbit hole, or picked up by Dorothy's tornado and carried to the land of OZ. The bar where I had been working, as well lived above, had caught fire while I'd been with Rook.

The fire had been a threat against the Sons Of Morning Star from a rival gang, showing them