Juniacks death glare was impressive.
" You in or out?"
I looked at the eyes on me, held back my want to swallow and kept my eyes trained on him.
"In"
"That's a good choice" said Joe Morelli who stood in a dark doorway.
The smoke hung heavy in the air it drifted and swirled ironically resembling my churning stomach. The overhead table lamp cast a partial shadow on Joe making his body look tired yet his face was a void mask.
Joe walked over to the table and sat in a forward facing chair.
"Deal me in the game"