“Hey, man?”
Conan shifted back in defense as he wasn’t expecting anyone.
“Must you always sneak up on me, man?” Conan shrugged as he paused. “What is it now? Guess you have come to drop the message. I wasn’t expecting you to be able to convince him in the first place.” Conan muttered as he arranged his hoodie back on.
“Drive down initially to leave the message but then, you weren’t there. No one was!!” He said, placing so much emphasis on the ‘no one was’ as he stared at Conan.
“So, what’s this? Why cover your face with the hoodie? Hiding from someone?” Coffey mumbled as he looked at Conan.
“Don’t want to get lynched on the street by some angry werewolves.” He chuckled as he looked at Coffey. “What makes you think I expect any good from Tristan?” He sneered as he leaned on one of the
