Darryl was calling the Dugmoch's the whole morning but for some reasons they weren't picking up his calls. He even took extra effort to get one of his secretaries in L'Empire to get additional contact from Xhemin's family yet it seemed that they all refused his calls. It had been eighteen hours since he found Wolfe in the bridge and he hadn't slept a single bit last night worrying about the boy.
When the door in front of him finally opened, he put his phone down and approached the people that just came out the room. Those were the medical team assigned to Wolfe, he brought him in one of the private hospitals in Hampshire where most of the elites frequent to.
