Present Day
3Ball shuffled through the papers on his desk, barely reading them. He was furious. It was a cold fury, he had had long enough now for the heat of it to die down and be banked into coals.
The man had tried to stop Sol. It really threw a spanner in his plans, 3Balls’ carefully constructed narrative was teetering on the edge now, he needed to know how much those idiots had said to Sol. How much had they given away. Maybe more importantly though, how had they failed to mind slave a drunkard.
3Ball changed the music to something more……