Cutting the hour of glory short to set things on fire
"Understood, Mr. Pierce. I will be there."
"Don't waste any more time," Pierce said and ended the call.
Tristan swore under his breath.
The timing was terrible. At least he already finished his most important business in the music hall. As for other things Tristan wanted to do—such as making important in the future connections with other people attending the party—he will have to live without them.
The address Pierce named was one of King Lion Gang's properties, and was located forty minutes of riding away from the music hall. Just checking the map made Tristan's mood even worse.
Without switching his identity back, Tristan hurried down the hallways toward the parking lot. People were too busy partying to pay Hayes any mind.
In the parking lot, he sent a text to Nel, saying that he had urgent business and had to leave.