Chapter 21
Mason
By the time we got off the elevator, a man I could only assume was Ryan Griffin charged toward us with a scowl on his face. He was around six foot tall, average build, with red hair and gray, beady eyes that looked too close together.
“It’s about time you got here,” Ryan snapped, looking down at his watch. “I called you over two hours ago.” When he spotted Claire following behind me, dressed in her little toga, he turned those too close eyes to me and glared.
“Well, I see now what the hell you’ve been doing,” he hissed, instantly making my hackles rise. He pulled out his wallet and took out a wad of money, thrusting it at Claire. “Look, I’m sorry he brought you here, but you need to leave. The money I gave you should get you a cab ride home or to wherever you need to g
