Jaxon
The pawn shop owner couldn't find the picture frame, and I was too impatient to wait for it. I told him I'd come back later and to call me when he found it.
It wasn't his fault that Daren was a no-good thief.
I headed back to my car, waiting out front, and the few people out on the street went out of their way not to walk too close to me. Good. I had enough fury and rage to last for days, enough to share with anyone else who chose to cross me, but I wanted to continue to save it up for one man: Daren.
My phone rang as I opened the door and got into the driver's seat. I quickly pulled out my phone and held it to my ear.
“What?"
“We found him. He's in a gambling den on the outskirts of town. It's called the Ivory Fountain off of Polaris and Spring Street."
“Excellent. Keep
