I was mentally panicking getting ready for this case.
This could be the last thing I ever do in my life.
I know I am being dramatic but still I could get shot or stabbed or a combination of the two.
"Jake, Jake."
"What?" Terry was staring at me. Trying to get my attention.
"Come on focus. Tell me your cover." We were in the van on the way to our location. He knows how to get me to focus.
"Alex Welson, bartender, preferred drink is a bottle of beer, is clumsy, and a scary cat."
"Is that last one Alex or you?"
"Well I can make it Alex's and I could be playing what I am actually feeling so it can be both of ours."
"Jake come on I know you're scared but come on. Its just a small private party with a bunch of people who may or may not be drug dealers."
"That does not make this any better." I could hear the screech in my voice that only comes out when I'm nervous.
"You will be fine. I will be at the door watching the crowd Charles will be listening out in the van and you will be at the bar trying to get intel."
"Why am I at the bar why can't Charles be inside and me in the van."
"Jake you are swave and awesome," Charles chimed in from the front seat.
"Jake you fit in as a bartender and the last time you were left in a van you left Rosa with no cover."
"The main guy was driving away in a stolen car."
"That's when you call for back up."
"He would have gotten away."
"Jake. Chill there is a very small chance for anything happening tonight other than us getting info to put a bunch of people away."
"But..."
"Jake nothing is going to happen."