I started to back off a step, but Jarvis tightened his finger on trigger, so I stopped short and spread my arms. He took a long pull of his cigar, and exhaled. The smoke clouded his features briefly.

“Do I have your attention now?”

“Shit, Jarvis. I’m all fucking ears, man.”

“Good. Maybe you can walk out of here, Benny, but in order to keep me from blasting you into dog food, you have to be completely fucking honest with me.”

“You got it, man.”

“Did you deliver a package to Mr. Lancombe?”

“Yeah. His boys had fucked up delivery after I got the package to them.”

“His boys?” Jarvis propped the shotgun on the desk and threw his cigar in the ashtray. “My boys, Benny.” He stood, leveled the gun at my head. At this range, there wouldn’t be much of me left. “You have no idea the depths of shit you have gotten yourself into. Here’s what you’re going to do.”

“You’re going to get the package. Then you’re going to take it where it was supposed to go in the first fucking place.”

“No prob, man. Where does it go?”