“That mutt.” James Waititi hissed, reaching the hotel where they had hidden. Apparently, Calvin knew where they were staying. “He not just knows about us, but he is also keeping an eye on us,” he added, tossing his phone away. “What now, sister?” He asked, looking at her cousin, who looked extremely angry but was thinking something at the same time.

“Tess? Did you hear me?” He checked on her again.

“Have you heard that you do not insult the mouth of the crocodile while your foot is still in the water? I’m not very pleased to admit this, James, but right now, that mutt is that crocodile in this...