Isaac
I drummed my fingers on the table, anxious for Ethan to arrive. He was fourteen minutes late. The café hummed with energy and conversation. Where the f**k was he?
I was just about to pick up my phone and call him but stopped as I saw him walking in.
"Isaac Bartos. Didn't think I would hear from you. How's everything going?" Ethan asked with a grin.
"I don't have time for chit-chat, Ethan. Sit down and let's get down to business," I grumbled.
"Alright, s**t. What's the rush here?" he asked as he sat down.
I briefly explained what was going on and how we were looking for Fiona.
"A tattoo of a skull with a dagger through it, huh?" he said thoughtfully.
"Yeap. Know anyone like that?" I asked.
"It sounds like Jackson," Ethan finally said.
"Where can I find him?" I inquired, keep
