Chapter 37

Jason P.O.V.

Michael has got to be kidding me. Why did he have to call me in so early in the morning without any explanation except saying that I should go to the address he gave me which lead me to some abandoned building. Here I am now, druggies and homeless people just all over the streets. I let out a big yawn as I stare at my phone and wait for further instructions. Damn, I’m sleepy. I swear, Christine better be eating right now. But I won’t blame her if she sleeps in. That mall trip took out a lot in us.

The door to the building opens and I recognize the guys who open it and as one of the grunts in the group. I walk past them, sharing a small greeting with them, and go towards the basement. Each step I take, I can hear the sounds of something solid hitting flesh and some grunts. Sure enough, I see a bloody mess of bodies at one corner and a guy strapped onto a chair taking a beating from Michael.