However the man on the line didn't hesitate.
"No problem," he said flatly. "I'm sending it to you immediately."
The call ended, damien dropped the phone onto the nearest table and stood still, hands on his hips, chest rising and falling.
A few seconds later, a soft buzz came from his phone, the message had arrived.
He picked it up, he tapped on the screen and opened the message.
At first, his face was calm.
But as his eyes scanned the location
the actual coordinates and address of Jerry's estate his expression began to shift.
At that moment his eyes widened.
Slowly Sharply.
"What the hell is this…?" he muttered.
Immediately he zoomed in, read again.
His throat tightened, It wasn't just familiar.
It was personal, the estate on the screen the luxurious one in the center of a highly secured district, with those sleek black gates and marble finishes was his apartment.
The one he had been staying in for months.
But there was something wrong
terribly wrong.
