It was a little while later when Gerald—who had been riding in the car that Wesson had sent over—suddenly felt the car stop. Watching as the driver lit a cigarette and glanced at his rear-view mirror—displaying a cold grin to Gerald in the process—Gerald then asked, “We’re halfway there at best, aren’t we? Why did you stop the car?”

“Oh, I’m well aware. I’m just a bit tired so I need to rest for a bit!” replied the driver, contempt written all over his face.

“Tired? Please, you haven’t been