The Midnight Heir

MR. JOE WELLING

From the aura Anthony and the men who came with him had, Mr. Welling with all his years of journalism could tell right away that they were going to be a huge problem.

Mr. Welling smiled nervously as he clasped both hands together “Sure Sir, so what would you like to talk about?” He asked.

Anthony grinned then stepped into the alleyway, wrapped his arm around Mr. Welling’s shoulders to turn him around, and then started taking him deeper into the alleyway.

As they walked, Mr. Welling looked over his shoulder with scared eyes, wondering why the other men who came with Anthony weren’t following them into the alley instead of just standing at the junction like statues.

It was then a thought popped into Mr. Welling’s head and he mumbled “Are they remaining there to block anyone who might want to come in? If that’s true then nobody can save me from whatever this silver-haired weirdo wants to do to me”

Mr. Welling gulped, looking at Anthony’s smirking face and when they got to the dumpster,