Tristan yawned for what seemed like the thousandth time as they both sat down in her car, parked in front of the house of the man that was apparently Damien José. She hid a smirk as she watched him struggle to stiffle the yawn. He had actually lasted for way longer than she thought she would. Glancing at her wrist watch, she registered the time and grimaced. 12:34. In 26 minutes it was going to be exactly 4 hours since they'd been parked out here, hoping that by some miracle, Damien would come out neatly like a good little boy. What would happen after was still somewhat unclear. Tristan had suggested knocking him out, throwing him into the truck. All he has gotten as a response was a look she sure as hell knew he didn't wish to receive anytime soon. Exactly why he was trying so hard to hid
