C293 I Cant Beat You!

That evening, after Rushdie and Hank had been at the secluded house for quite some time, Moorer was nowhere to be seen.

"What's gotten into Moorer?" Rushdie grumbled, glancing at his watch. "He's fifteen minutes late. This isn't like Moorer; he's usually punctual."

"I'm not sure. Maybe he ran into trouble?" Hank said with a helpless shrug. "He's made quite a few enemies