Chapter 38

Pete sat on the arm of the chair, his feet tapping ceaselessly on the floor, his hands nursing a marijuana stick as he smoked away, face contorted in anger. Nick was seated almost beside him, just slightly backing him, he nursed a glass of vodka and it's half empty bottle in the right hand, his eyes slightly glassy, his face expressionless. Pete had paced the length of the house earlier, swearing and throwing everything he saw at the wall of the hotel room. He had successful broken three mugs and a hand mirror before Nick had reminded him that they were in fact in a public residence and any minute room service or worse still, the security could walk in and demand an explanation for the damage caused. "She fucking conned us!" He said, spit flying in all directions as he spoke. Nick merely nodded, a slow frown creeping up his face. "She took about over two hundred thousand dollars with her" he added, still enraged. Nick once again didn't offer more than a slow nod. "Did you know a