"Vice Chairman Sullivan's House. 14, S Street. Estate code, 141Sullivan."
When Charles had received this address about 14hours ago, his first thought being that it must have been a mistake he would like to instantly rectify before he gets implicated for merely knowing a certain person's address. Hence, he had called.
Once. Twice Anna didn't pick.
The third, she had. Glad, he pushed himself from the bed. "Hi. Anna. Did you get home safe? And the flowers? Did you…"
"Do you need something?" The responding voice had been cold. Bland. And perhaps a tad irritated.
Charles hadn't spoken to Sullivan directly, but he had watched clips of the man online.
Everyone knows.
Everyone is aware.
Sullivan speaks like he has every statement stored robotically in his head. There were barely any feelings in his manner of speech nor any touch of human in the way he looked whilst communicating.
