Wanting to make sure the culprit rot in jail

Drake's POV

I got into my car, I unwound my window glasses, adjusted my rearview mirror,ignited my engine and drove down the busy highway. The afternoon sun was up, bright and scorching. I took a rightward turn,my phone dinged immediately.

I held the steering with one hand and attended to my phone with the other. My phone lit,a message from Sam popped up.

SAM: Meet me at Francisco and family tea shop, a mile away from the United Bank corporate building. Please make it snappy, I have other clients waiting.

ME: I'll be there in twenty minutes.

I texted back and refocused on the road. I drove down and took a rightward turn driving at a steady speed. I contemplated stopping by the hospital to see how Charlotte was doing but then I had an appointment with Sam and it was almost twelve noon.

My phone lit up and began to ring. Ron's caller ID danced across my screen.

My brows pulled together. Why is he calling me?

“ What is it Ron?." I asked with displeasure. I didn't have time for unneces