Chapter 11

"Sir?"

"What?"

"The pickle factory situation has escalated."

The man grabbed the blond's hair, and pulled her head away from his crotch. Ignoring her complaint about his rough treatment of her, he sat up.

"What happened?"

"They filed suit against the town council, and pushed for an emergency meeting. They won the suit. Our lawyer ended up looking like a fool. Their lawyer started spouting case law, and the city council folded. They gave permission to start construction."

"Tell the pickle guy he has to leave town or else."

"We did."

"And."

"Our contact disappeared."

"Disappeared?"

"Yes, sir."

"Is the pickle guy connected?"

"I don't think so."

"Let the building inspectors go after them. Get the state involved. While you're at it, I'm sure the pickle guy won't like an IRS audit."

"Yes, sir."

The man reached out and grabbed the blond by the hair.

"Get back here, bitch. I'm not done with you, yet."

Edited By TeNderLoin