"Hello," Dorian answered the phone recognizing the number he thought he would never hear from again.
"I need your help." He smiled, hearing Hayden's voice. He had once told him he would never call him, even if his life depended on it.
"Well, well, well, look who's calling me. What could you want from this lowlife?" He asked, using the name Hayden had called him the last time they talked.
"Trust me; I wouldn't be calling you if I had any other choice. I'm desperate and don't know where else to turn." Hayden rubbed his forehead. The last person he wanted to get mixed up in his business what Dorian. However, he was good at getting information and getting to people using methods the police couldn't use. Dorian could hear the weariness in Hayden's voice, and he knew something must reall
