He hated waiting.
"What is taking him so long?" He hissed his frustration out of his lips, unable to sit still while he and his companion waited inside his car.
Gerald had parked his car on an obscure side of the road where nobody would notice their presence. But it was still a good spot for him to view the estate.
"Where are they?" He asked again, ramming his hands on the steering wheel, hoping it would lessen the tension in his entire body.
But he knew that would not help his situation. He was working himself up, but that would not get him answers. In the end, he rubbed his face before turning to his companion, who remained silent by his side.
"Don't worry, Sir. I am sure Mike is ensuring the coast is clear before calling." Samson kept his eyes on the gate where people were coming and going.
