"Mr. Black, can we talk?" Mr. Smith called out to Lucas the moment they stepped outside.
Lucas, who had been trying to see if he could catch Cynthia before she got too far, stopped mid-step and turned sharply. She was already some distance away, her phone pressed to her ear as she barked at someone on the other end of the line.
"What? What is it?" Lucas snapped impatiently, his eyes still on Cynthia.
"Calm down, Mr. Black," Mr. Smith said in a low voice as he approached. "I just want to remind you about our deal. You still owe me money."
Lucas froze, then turned to him slowly, disbelief and fury flashing across his face.
"What did you just say?" he hissed. "Are you mad? Do you want my brother to get evidence against us? Why the hell are you asking me that here?"
His eyes moved quickly across the area, scanning their surroundings to make sure Raymond or any of his men were not nearby. The last thing he needed was for anyone to overhear a conversation like this.
