Adrian
"Subject still hasn't moved a muscle." I stared at Benji's text regarding Warrick, the now lively atmosphere around the Cask fading in the background. Days of closely watching the bastard after the incident at Lily's still yielded nothing. No outgoing emails, phone calls or anything of the sort to his associates. It was either he wasn't rattled enough, he knew we were on to him and was taking extra precautions, or he wasn't involved at all — a fact I didn't believe one bit because Lily was right. Only someone who'd seen the video or at least been aware of its existence would react so calmly after having it shoved in their face unexpectedly.
"Damn it," I mumbled, shoving my phone back into my pocket without further instructions. It was a matter of waiting, and I hated waiting games
