About five minutes passed.
Gregory Dawson assumed that if he didn't answer, the person outside would take the hint and leave.
But just as he lifted his foot, the doorbell rang again.
Gregory Dawson's brow furrowed so deeply you could have squashed a fly in it.
He clenched his fists, his face an ashen scowl.
"Damn it!" Gregory Dawson cursed, walking over to shut the door to the room where Levi Brooks was being held.
DING DONG DING DONG—
The doorbell rang incessantly.
With a grim expression, Gregory Dawson went to open the door and saw two tall men standing outside.
He composed himself and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
"Who are you?" Zachary Conway looked at him in surprise. "Where's Levi Brooks?"
Gregory Dawson calmly explained, "I'm a relative of Levi's."
"Oh." Zachary Conway lifted his chin slightly, gesturing for him to step aside. "Let's go inside and talk."
