I’m now running, my phone against my ear calling Chris. “Draven, did you—” I cut him off. “Last request, please find me Max’s father.” “Find him, or… find him?” The second one was the one I wanted. Not for him to tell me where he last jerked off, no, but where he is. “Bring him to me, send Talon, whomever you need. I don’t give a fuck where he is or who he is; I expect him here within forty-eight hours.” “Alive?” I could hear his fingers smashing against his keyboard, and I suspect by the tone in my voice, that is why he is hasty. “Yes.” Then I hang up the phone.
