He’s mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf.
William Shakespeare.
Thompson was pissed off, he had been sitting outside Hugh’s apartment building for almost twenty-four hours and there was no sign of the fucker. They had been sat out here in shifts since f*****g Wednesday and there was no sign of him, he had gone north but surely he had to come back at some point. Every time a car left the building, if they couldn’t see who was in it they had to follow it. So far, he’d followed someone to visit their parents, he’d tailed someone to dinner and another to the airport for f**k's sake. Thompson was starting to think he had made a mistake and the fucker wasn’t in there at all. This had to be where he had gone, otherwise Crozier had rounded a corner and disappeared in a puff of smoke, so he
