Obsession (II)

Adonis

"Hello?" Tim's voice rang through the interior of the car. My fists were on the glistening black wheel in a hard, unforgiving grip with my eyes staring dead straight at the whizzing road right through the windscreen of the Jeep as I spoke, my voice chillingly hard with all of the concealed anger rumbling within me. "Tim., I need a favor."

There was a brief silence before he spoke up again. "Uh… sure, Adonis. What do you need?"

"I need your help." I answered. "And I need this to be purely confidential. Please."

There was stunned silence on Tim's end of the call, giving away the fact that he was obviously shocked to the core at the fact that I was asking a favor from him. I was not the type of person that was big on getting favors from people, so I could decipher the meaning of his heavy, confused silence.