The Insider

DRAKE

The early stank of old fish and urine. The walls around me were cracked, stained by years of rot and neglect.

"You are late, "I muttered into the darkness, barely carrying my anger.

A low chuckle answered me as I heard boots approaching then stopped before me

A man's voice, rough, a little shaky, like he had smoked too much or seen too much for one lifetime, sounded from the darkness. I already knew who it was but I was angry that he was late.

"Better late than never, ...