The listing, Cold Fury has ended.
You don't want to get caught up with the mob.
I have a steel briefcase, and inside the briefcase is ninety-six thousand dollars in cash, an AmEx Black Card in my name, a Sig Sauer .45 conceal-and-carry, and an old leather notebook.
The notebook is why I have the gun.
I threw my cell phone into Lake Michigan weeks ago.
I'm being watched, stalked, tapped, and spied on, and if the opportunity arises, the watchers and stalkers will try to snatch me, and the tappers and spies will try to kill me.
As long as I keep moving, I should be okay.
As long as I keep the notebook with me, I should stay alive.