‘Third Floor. 5 o’clock. Cash Only’, the message read ‘P.S. I will be in gray’. I stared at my phone nervously reading the message over and over again. It was time. With the cash stuffed clumsily in my bag, I put my phone into my pocket and darted outside, slamming the door behind me. I could feel the sweat coming on – Should I be … Continue reading A Deal To Kill For