His name was Johnny Walker, and he hated scotch.

"I should have been named Jim or Jack, I'm a bourbon man through and through."

He came highly recommended to me as one of the best in his business, so I hired him. It only took two weeks to get me everything I wanted.

He met at a bar owned by one of his friends. There were rooms for private parties, and we used one of those. I didn't want to be seen going into his office, or him coming into mine. He agreed totally. I'd even bought a burner phone I kept locked in my desk to use to communicate...