The Return of Tyler Redwood

Chapter 87

The manager appeared faster than Tyler expected. He was a short bald man in an ill-fitting black suit and a lot of grease on what was left of the remainder of his hair.

“Mr Petrova, I'm quite excited to see you. It's been a long time.” he shook Tyler's hands excitedly, pumping it with vigor.

“I'm excited to be here too, Mr…” Tyler left the end of his sentence open-handed, waiting for the mah to fill it in.

“David Buckings.” He said. “My assistant tells me that you require my services.”

“Yes, I do have a safety deposit box that I want to access and I'm told that you're the man to help me get that done.”

“Of course, right this way.” he gestured for Tyler to follow him up.

David escorted Tyler to his office where he offered him a seat, crossing the room to his desk and rummaging for something in his drawers. Tyler sat very still, watching the man from the corner of his eyes as he pretended to be busy and uninterested.

“Ah-ha!” David exclaimed softly, brandishing a key in his fist. To Tyl