When Mason got to his car he called Stan.
"Yo man, I was beginning to think that you have developed cold feet,'' Stan teased from the other side of the phone.
"I just sent you an address, meet me there," Mason said as he kick-started his car. Developing cold feet wasn't something he did, and Stan knows it. This to Robinson has been quite overdue. It's time he thought the idiot a lesson. In the past, Robinson had touched what now belongs to him, and on top of that, he went against their agreement, for that Mason needed to make him pay.
"I'm already there waiting for you," Stan said laughing.
"Fucking Bastard," Mason cussed as he ended the call. He should have known that Stan would know Robinson's address, after all, he was a private investigator.
