Chapter Sixteen
Angel drove very fast and madly. When he reached home, the next thing he did was to make that phone call to his informer. When his informer heard the intense anger in his voice, he tried to take control of the situation.
"I waited for black hunter to no avail, what is going on here" Angel said on the edge.
"I am taking care of things" the voice from the other end responded.
"How long will this take" an infuriated Angel almost hollered.
"Trust me I know what I am doing" the receiver responded.
"Make it quick then, I have less time to spend". Angel replied.
The conversation ended after a short while and he moved to the fridge to get some juice and sandwich. He never drinks alcohol, and he knows why.