Into the Food Chain

He’d pissed off the wrong people. He owed them serious money. It was time for a reckoning.

He’d underestimated their strength of resolve. The men he was meeting had their instructions:

‘Collect or else.’

All his life he’d been a chancer, cutting corners and chasing the big deal. Even now, with the stakes so high, he couldn’t resist skimming some off the top. It was a diabolical liberty, but that was him.

He was last seen being pistol whipped into the back of a Ford Transit.

The Ford was last seen near a food processing plant.

Pigs will eat anything.