You're Out of this Game

Third Person POV

Andrew makes his way into his luxurious apartment, whistling as he opens the door and walks in, dropping his keys on the same spot over his table. "Nice to see you finally get home." he hears his dad's voice, making him jump in place after being startled.

"Pops... Wh- what are you doing here?" he says, taking a step back. His dad, Caleb sits on the small recliner, with a glass of whisky in his right hand. Caleb takes a swig of the warm poison, hissing as he places the glass back on the small table next to the recliner.

He stands, fixing his tie, and walks to Andrew, making his son worried. His expression was as cold as ever, with dark eyes, and teeth gritted. Andrew can only imagine the taste of blood as he hears his dad clenching his jaw. "The question is, what the hell have you been doing in, Andrew? What were you doing in California? I thought I told you to never... Ever look for that kid."

"Dad, I, I, I don't know what you're talking about," he says taking a st