Chapter 27- the fire

Azazel was in his office when Tristan walked in. He threw some papers on his brother’s desk. He raised his eyebrow in a question.

“I told you we would find nothing from that text,” Tristan gloated, “Those were sent to a burner phone,” Tristan confirmed further.

Azazel didn’t accept that he was wrong. Instead, he changed the topic, “How is Mom, Tris?"

“Same condition, no improvement,” Tristan answered, settling in the seat before his brother.

“Hmm,” Azazel sighed.

“We have a meeting with the Germans in an hour,” Tristan answered, straightening his suit jacket.

A playful smile adorned Azazel’s face, “Do we now?”

Tristan rolled his eyes, “I know what you are thinking,” Tristan was displeased that his brother thought he was taking interest in the business.

“I am only here because you need support Zae,” he got up, grabbing himself a coke. He opened it, gulping the contents down.

“Really?” Azazel put his fist under his chin.

“Dad asked me to do it,” Tristan’s words made Azazel look down