Xerxes stayed in the car which he had parked in front of the house of Zinnia’s ex-boyfriend, Hades. A good number of minutes passed by, and Hemming did not say anything to him. Both of them sat in the car staring at the balcony which, somehow, Xerxes knew belonged to Hades. It was maybe the set-up of the stuff in it or just his sixth sense, but Xerxes very well knew where he stayed. He had no ounce of doubt about it.
Just when the sun came up a little, and it started to get brighter, he turned on his car again and left for home. There was nothing said by Hemming even at that action of his. Xerxes was feeling a lot more relaxed now. Neither he knew where Zinnia was nor he had seen any proof of her not being at her ex-boyfriend’s house. The WIC company s**t was still not over. More confu
