Chapter 57: Bro, You've Got a Terminal Illness

Remy Wade froze for a second when Nash Johnston suddenly walked in. The bald guy and four other punks all turned to stare at Nash when he walked in-he looked way too sharp for this place. "Who the hell are you?" the bald guy snapped, glaring at Nash. They were about to get away with two grand, and now this guy shows up out of nowhere? Of course, the bald guy wasn't having it. Nash flashed a friendly grin. "Hey, I'm Nash Johnston. I run the clinic next door." "I don't care who you are. You here...