Eric sighed as Hadlee pointed out a man on the street outside their car, “Hadlee, I have no idea. I swear to you I’m not sure who the men are your father has hired. He said there are eighteen of them and they blend into the shadows.”
“Do you think Dima might be one of them?”
“No. Dima is far familiar to be one of them.”
“Where is this house we’re looking at?” she complained and looked out the window refusing to respond. “I feel we’ve been driving forever.”
“We should be almost there.” A text message notification popped on his phone. He checked it and then grinned to himself before pocketing the phone.
“What was that?”
“What was what?”
“Your grin?”
“Your father messaged me. You should have a text too.” He pointed as her phone dinged, “Evander Westbrook committed suicide jumping off
