#Chapter215

Bad News-02

“It will take forty-five minutes to get to Mallory’s house. That’s why I need some music.” I guess he figures out why I chuckle.

“I didn’t say anything, Edmund. Just get me the hell out of here, and I want to see Trinity.” Seriously, the airport road is cramming. The honking of vehicles irritates me, and my temples start aching.

“I think there is an accident ahead, Bash. Calm your horses down,” he says, and that confirms when I hear an ambulance siren.

“Seriously? When I’m in a hurry?” I retort. My eyes scan the lines of vehicles around us.

“We’re already in Boston. Safe and sound,”...