140Story - Day 8

I'm writing a story 140 words at a time and posting the results here daily.  Can I sustain interest?  Will I lose the narrative thread?  Find out in this next installment of Bullets Ain't Cheap
 
sat in a booth at Marcy’s across from Burton.  He’d come alone like I asked, no doubt leaving Crewcut Douchebag Number Two to monitor our conversation from the car.  That’s how Telrik did things.
    Burton sipped his coffee - black - and slid a manilla envelope across the table.  “This should get you started.”
    “You need to tell me more.”  I wasn’t eating or drinking anything.  Not with Telrik around.
    “It’s all in there.”  Burton tried to smile but it never quite got to his eyes.  Yes, he was young, but he was dangerous.  The kind of person Telrik liked to hire, and then twist into something horrible.
    “Where is he?”  I expected the answer to be somewhere you needed a passport to get to, and maybe an armed escort.
    Burton tapped the envelope.  “South of Downtown.  We’re pretty sure.”
    Shocked, I