"Drive to the office," Ethan said, his voice cutting through the quiet hum of the car speeding through Crestmont City's highways.

John caught his reflection in the rearview mirror with jaw clenched, fingers drumming against the leather seat, tie being yanked into place with sharp, angry movements and a dark look in his face, seated at the back.

" Yes sir" John replied, swallowing a grown.

He was hungry and tired and his nerves were on edge. The day had started at five AM, and it was now ...