New housing.

The drug house on this side of town wasn’t actually a drug house at all. It was an office. In fact, it was an office inside a gas station.

Thinking through it, Damien could see the possibilities and potential reasoning behind this choice. A shell company to mask some of the profit, a place where people of all types, colors, social standing can visit without raising suspicion, and open 24/7 to all clientele.

Damien was sure there were other reasons that he might be missing, but as of now he was clueless as to what they were.

Damien and Victoria parked towards the back of the building and went to the back door. The door was solid and there was a peep hole so that those inside could see whoever was calling.

Damien knocked. Shortly, he heard a muffled voice through the door.

“Who are you?”

Damien kept his hands visible.

“I’m Hague’s replacement.”

After a short time the door opened and mild-mannered older man peered up at him.

“You look like how she said you look. What’s your name?”

“Damien Cross.”

“Yep. That’s the name. Come on in.”