"Benjamin? Benjamin Powell?!" Nathan yelped the words out, "Why would he do that to your sister?" He questioned, his voice tinged with bewilderment.
Alex swallowed nervously, "I have no idea, Nathan. I'm just as confused as you are right now," He sighed, "But I really do need your help," He went on,
Nathan jerked up from the bed to his feet, "What do you need me for?" He asked, gathering his things,
Alex bit his lower lips, "Benjamin wants to meet with me at our usual bar…"
"Aren't you going to call the police first before you meet him? He has committed a serious crime, and is still leading on that right now." Nathan cut in with haste,
Alex shook his head continuously, "No. I have to see what he wants first," his eyelashes fluttered anxiously. He could see the bar from his car already, and it only left him feeling very stiff with tension, and anger.
"What do you need me for?" Nathan asked,
