Understood," Julian said and ended the call.
Forty-eight hours. That was all he had.
Lyvana knew something important about Andrew Thorne.
Without her memory, he might not get that information. Right now he only had the DNA results.
But one thing was sure, this conspiracy runs too deep... and he needed to find out what the fuck was going on. Especially with Arthur Reed and his uncle involved.
He didn't waste another second. He scrolled through his contacts and dialed a number.
The phone rang only once and someone answered.
"The King himself calling me? This must be important," a voice teased on the other end.
"Shut up and listen, Jack," Julian said warmly.
"Ouch. No 'hello'? No 'how are the kids'?" Jack laughed. "What's the emergency, Julian?"
"Well, I know there is nothing you can't find, especially if it's illegal."
"What?" Jack feigned a gasp. "That's low, man. I am a pillar of the community."
