Kaelan

I waited for Pharaoh in my car outside the station because I couldn’t stand being in there any longer. Pharaoh’s car was left in his apartment when he was picked up, and so I wanted to drop him off, and I also knew that we needed to talk.

Pharaoh was getting bailed; the negotiation was successful…it always was even though the detective was a greedy bastard, but nothing was too much to clear my name and get him out.

Lazarus called again.

“Kaelan, how is it going?” He asked, ...