Callan

“He will kill me if I tell you.” David was shaking his head enough to loosen his usually slicked hair.

“Callan, what the fuck is going on? Don't make me pry it out of him, just fucking tell me like a normal person.” He huffed, still following me into the garage.

When he took a second to actually look at me, he saw the short leather riding gloves.

“Callan, who are you going to kill?” His tone suddenly got somewhat hesitant.

“Tell me now, David!” He finally snapped at the bulldog.

“Sir,” the poor guy pleaded with me.

“He is an innocent man.” I heard him mumble but since...