August Rain: A Mafia Trinity Novel
His cell phone rings loudly, snapping him out of his reverie.
Picking it up, he wonders if Elizabeth forgot to mention something, but frowns when he sees the unknown number displayed on the screen. He slides his thumb across the screen to answer, deep down he despised unknown numbers, but being a businessman, every call meant money was on the line.
“August Dereon,” he answers, yet the other person doesn’t say anything. Getting slightly annoyed, he was about to hang up, when he heard a voice on the other line.
“Hello, August.”