"Your dad asked to see me. Should I go?"
Adrian Hawthorne sneered to himself. 'So he's finally lost his patience.'
"We'll meet, but on my terms. I'll set the time and let you know."
Adrian Hawthorne decided to string his father along for a while longer. He'd sell off another shipment first; after all, he wasn't the one in a hurry. His old man was.
"Alright, just let me know once you've decided," Goldie Thorne said smugly. "And let me tell you, your dad might look calm on the outside, but he's a wreck. He didn't even enjoy the New Year." In Tristone, Goldie had made another circle of cronies, a few of whom lived near Ethan Hawthorne. They watched Ethan's every move, day in and day out. Aside from his private affairs at night, they knew pretty much everything about his daily routine.
