P.I.A.

Pilferers International Association Seb looked around the room. It was a drab, grey, rectangular box without windows. The only light was from a single bulb dangling on a frayed wire from a twelve-foot-high ceiling. Two men sat opposite him—an old fat one, a guy with a moustache, the good cop! And a tall, young, skinny… Continue reading P.I.A.