Present Day
3Ball turned away from the large window looking out over the Old Town and back to the reports of this weeks takings, the figures from the Finches were down and he made a mental note to send Joey Locks to have a quiet word with them. Nothing permanent. Going over the columns he knew he was just avoiding the report from Tommy.
Sol. That name, so familiar yet so distant. The man was the bane of him. 3ball, he had been calling himself that for so long now that he no longer thought of himself by his other name, knew……