Severin
“Art? What the hell?” I texted the mysterious helper.
“Good. Do you trust me now? I’m not playing.”
“I see that. Who did all this?”
“I’ve said too much already over the phone. I need to meet you.”
“Fine, there’s a ride-along coming soon. Meet me before the start off at dawn. I know you’re I my club.”
I didn’t receive a response back. I assumed a date and time had been set.
“What are we going to do with all this?” Elijah asked.
“I want to load it into a truck, that’s what I want to do.”
“And then what, Severin? You have to think this through. You can’t just poke the bear with a stick.”
“That’s exactly what I want. I want to poke the bear with a stick. I want a reaction from whoever’s behind this. Unless you know something.”
“Don’t test me, Severin,” he growled.
“Why not?
