Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 199

Evan returned to Averton City overnight.

Daniel was fast asleep when his phone rang. Seeing it was Evan, he answered and immediately cursed, "Evan, you son of a bitch, who the hell calls at three in the morning?"

There was a moment of silence on the line, followed by a man's hoarse voice. "Daniel, I'm back."

"So you're back. So what? You want me to roll out the red carpet for you?"

Daniel's face was still buried in his pillow. He wasn't fully awake, and his eyes fluttered open for a second before closing again.

"Can you come pick me up?"

The man's voice trembled slightly. It was then that Daniel finally registered that something was wrong. He lifted his head, his hair a mess, and glanced at his phone again. It was Evan. He put the phone back to his ear. "What's wrong with you in the middle of the night?"

"Don't ask. I'm at the exit of Terminal 2 at the airport."

With that, before Daniel could ask another question, the man on the other end hung up.

"Goddammit! Fuck!"

Daniel roared, furious at the thought of having to go pick up Evan in the middle of the night when he should be sleeping.

But no matter how angry he was, after his outburst, he dutifully got out of bed, threw on some clothes, and grabbed his car keys.

He was his best friend, after all. If he didn't have his back, who would?

His flashy Bugatti sped through the expressways of Averton City in the early morning hours.

He floored it all the way to Terminal 2 of Averton City Airport.

He had just rolled down his window, about to call Evan to ask where he was, when a thin, gaunt figure suddenly appeared at his passenger side door. The man opened the door and got in.

"Whoa, where'd you pop out from? You scared the hell out of me!"

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