Chapter forty seven

Domino Sinclair lost sleep that night. He tossed and turned and could not help but jerk awake every time he realized that it wasn't a dream, his firm had indeed been broken into and Joseph had stolen from him.

At about 5:04 am, Sinclair was already out of bed and heading to the office. As he drove down the relatively quiet neighborhood, he wondered how he'd not noticed that Joseph was a snitch, he should have known that he wasn't to be trusted. From the various sick leave he usually took and then his insistence on working late at the office, he should have known he had something up his sleeves.

A few minutes later, still upset with his ignorance, Sinclair arrived at his firm and crossed the tapes to move inside. The police had wanted taping off the area but he insisted that it wasn't necessary, he didn't want it to get out of hand, or into the press.

"What the heck! I told them not to do this! It's not a crime scene for fucks sake!" Sinclair swore angrily and swiped off the tape as