I spent the rest of the morning handling sessions while struggling with my own thoughts.
My hopes was that Elias knew just how important this was to me, and that he’d at least show a bit of assertiveness, but it was as if he wasn’t trying.
“Trevor, I need a favor.”
If anyone knew where to get an outstanding private investigator, it was Trevor (for obvious reasons).
“Anything, what’s up?” He breathed into the phone, and I couldn’t help but pause to take in the sound of his voice.
“I need a PI,” and I mumbled under my breath, “one that you won’t kill.”
“I heard that.” He says but I ignore it.
“Can you get me one?”
“Of course, when do you need them?”
“As soon as possible really,” I twist in my chair, rubbing my forehead.
“I’ll call you back in ten minutes,” he says.
“Thanks Trev
