The source and the alley
The Jonas economic fraud cause was my main article this year. I’ve been stucked in the same office for more than 2 years and my journalist career needed a push. This article was going to be my battle horse. At least till that night… I was supposed to met a reliable source in an old fashioned bar downtown. “The Crabby” a bar visited by sailors and their kind on the night just for getting drunk, get a hooker or beat the crap of each other. I sat on the bar table wearing a black long coat and black shoes as I was asked. In my head a delicate black hat with a white feather. I ordered a cup of whisky and waited for my source to arrive. For I’ve know he should be a black man, average size with really big arms and a scar on the right cheek. It was quite bigger than I Imagined. His face was serious when he sat next to me. “Give me a very dirty one for me and another one for my lady here” He shut to the bartender who actually was listening to us despite I thought his atte