| Scotch has stayed there only a while.
"No more business here" he thought as he went straight to the exit. He passed the bodyguards and reached the outdoors. Fresh air refreshed him momentally. The rests of stress, caused by the scene behind the club, disappeared, so did the alcohol shadow in his mind. Scotch went to the nearest metro station, from which he would go to his home. There was only one thing he could do now, he should inform his supervisor or maybe not? If someone would warn the CIA, Brokhin will be more careful and suspicious, and this would make the task much harder. Lawrence decided to wait until tomorrow with contacting his boss, today he wanted only to reach his little apartment and go asleep. |