Nana D's two sons, my interesting yet peculiar uncles, traveled for work. Zachary, a big-game and wildlife veterinarian, currently studied African elephant migration for the summer, and Campbell was on a covert humanitarian mission in the sss jungle. We hadn't heard from either in months, but that wasn't unusual due to their intense work and frequent isolation from society.
“I'm calling your bluff, Marcus. For one thing, you haven't mentioned anything about a calla lily. One had been left at all the previous crimes, so something doesn't feel right here. For another….” I explained the inaccuracy of the position of the glass, then told him I had a better deal to make.
His eyes darkened, and he kicked a pile of nearby dirt. “Don't try to mess with me, Kellan. I've still got pull in this tow
