Damien woke up again when Tristan drove into his city. It was almost sunrise by then, even though Tristan drove as fast as the inter-city highway's speed limit allowed.
The man blinked drowsily, stretched his arms, winced, looked out of the window, and then turned toward Tristan.
"You drove all night, chief? Did you stop at all during that drive?"
"No."
Damien shook his head.
"You are a fucking perpetual motion machine, I swear. Do you ever sleep?" He waved his arm before Tristan could comment. "What's the plan when we arrive on the site? You got Michael's address, yeah?"
Tristan nodded.
"Yeah."
He couldn't do it himself since he was driving, but he had sent the information he got by hacking to Kevin, who had done a background check. Michael had been watching Tristan from a cheap hotel.
The place was on the opposite edge of the city from the Hayes family mansion, but it was still much closer to it than Los Angeles.
