Stinson POV:

I was in a bar at the moment. I rarely come to places like this, but I had a really bad day today. Quinn was following up on a bar acquisition project, so I stopped by to check it out and have a drink myself.

I was about to enjoy my fresh cocktail when the phone suddenly rang, so I picked it up.

"Stinson, where are you? It's already very late. Do you know that something happened at home?"

The sudden loud voice scared the hell out of me. That woman pewed forth abuse like a machine gun. I had to move away from the phone. I was...