Grant Mitchell demands Jaffacakes
Chapter X Over The Desk
Grant Mitchells' desk was coverd in files and maps.
Trying to find a way in gangland was like trying to get a good pizza at a pet shoop.
V or vin as he was knoon was out of ther reach and they were no closer to Grant Mitchells Girlfriend alis were few and far bitween.
"Eurekay! Grant Mitchell shooted!
Phill Mitchell ran in the room WAT IS IT BROTHAR.
Grant Mitchell smiled like the pierat he was he sad the next words calmily...
We sail there Phill Mitchell.
We sail.