Littlewood. Perhaps a problem Xephos should’ve dealt with earlier but the young man and his small band of misfits hadn’t exactly posed a problem before. Then again, small issues could easily becoming big issues if given enough time.
Ridge had been less than pleased when some of Martyn’s gang were found in areas and dealings they most certainly shouldn’t have been and Xephos was tasked with dealing with it before it became a bigger problem.
With a bait shipment of moonshine in place and the usual dealers already dealt with, their bodies thrown into the nearby river, Xephos perched on the large crates of booze, leaning back on his hands and waited for the young blond man to appear, blue eyes gleaming amber from the edge of his cigarette.