He Goes For The Duffle Bag
They left Griff in the parking lot, trembling from his anger. He’d always been a man of a few words. A man of action. He turned to the trunk of his car and grabbed his duffle bag. He would teach the manager and his goons a lesson.
Griff was about to head into the restaurant when he suddenly braked. Was he really about to do what his mind was pushing him to do? “No,” he mumbled, covered in sweat. “There’s a better way.”