Chapter 3: Chapter 3

“What did these men look like?”

“Fucking scary,” Trev spat out.

Quint smiled dryly. “I need a bit more of a description than that.”

“Yeah, I know.” Trev closed his eyes and for a moment Quint thought he might have zoned out from the morphine. Then the young man said, “One was tall, maybe six-one. He was wearing a beanie and a heavy jacket. Navy blue. Beige or tan slacks. The other guy was shorter, wearing a hoodie. Dark gray. Both of them had on gloves. The shorter guy’s the one who talked.”

“I thought you said they burst in and started shooting.”

“They…” Trev frowned. “They had guns, and I knew they were going to use them, but he said something like, ‘The big man sends his regards.’”

“To you or Mr. Pierce?”

“It had to be to John. I don’t know anyone who’d be called the big man.”

“It sounds like a nickname.”

“I guess. It all happened so fast…”

“But you can still recall what they were wearing?”