“So,” Aiden began speaking as he scrolled through the list of names he and his father had only just received from Pierce, “are we going to hunt these guys down or what?”
“Hold on,” Aiden’s father said, “I have a call coming in. Hello?” Cliff greeted, pressing the Bluetooth in his ear. Aiden waited in patient silence as his father spoke to the person on the other end of the line. “Got it,” his father said. “Thank you,” his father ended the call. His father then abruptly exchanged lanes and took an exit.
“Woah!” Aiden braced himself against the car door, silently apologizing to the angry drivers pressing on their horns. “What is it, Dad?”
“There was an attack on two men in an elevator,” his dad stated as they swerved through traffic.
“And?”
“Our man at the P.D. handed the case to us be
