Chapter50:

Tuesday morning, Conor was working his shift at Jackson's furniture,  helping his teammate Ryan move a large sofa from the floor to the loading bay for a client when a familiar voice made him nearly drop the sofa.             “Hey, pay attention!” called Ryan, struggling to keep his end up.             Conor quickly lifted his end back up and maneuvered the corner into the back warehouse. Once the sofa was placed, Ryan demanded, “What gives? Have you gone spacey on me?”             “No, sorry, my ex-wife just happened to walk in.”             “Ah, shit. That’s rough. That hot chick with the guy in the fancy suit?”             Conor frowned and rubbed his neck, “Yeah, that one. Thanks for putting it that way.”             “Want me to mess with them?” an evil grin spread across Ryan’s face.             Conor chuckled, “That could be fun, but best to keep our heads down. That is Nyman Banks. I have a feeling he could likely cause some trouble.”             Ryan recoiled, “Nyman? Damn, sti