Once I’m in the kitchen, I pull some steaks out, prep a marinade, and start texting old contacts, everyone who used to be part of my old Damysus Security crew. Plenty of men I know who, like Cash and I, live regular lives now, but they owe me a few favors. They’re willing to jump back into their old professions and send help. Gotta admit, there’s a certain thrill contacting these guys. It’s like getting the old band back together. Their responses are swift and positive. They don’t ask for details, just who, when, and where.
