Nick remained standing for a few seconds, glaring at Johan, but ended up walking over to the right side of the round table and doing as he was 'requested.'
Right as Nick sat down on the rugged floor, he decided in his heart not to leave this room without having that photo deleted from Johan's phone. It was the last tangible evidence of the events of that night, and it held too much power over him.
On the round table before him lay several known liquor brands, a tray with small brown cakes, shot glasses, and a metal cup of colored pills with smiley faces.
Nick inwardly shook his head.
'Just how old are these brats to be doing drugs? They have money and opportunities, yet this is what they do with it? Johan seems to be quite connected for the son of the deputy police chief,' he thoughtfully scrutinized.
He glanced at Lola, who once again kept her gaze away from him.
