Chapter - 259

Chapter - 259

A man stood in a deserted alley, the bright orange glow of afternoon sun casting jagged shadows across his face. He pulled his hoodie tighter, adjusting the cap. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved a battered phone, the screen cracked but functional. His hand trembled slightly as he pressed a number from his call log.

The phone rang three times before a voice answered. Gruff, impatient, and laced with disdain.

"What is it?" Rick's father barked. "Did you figure out what to do, or are you wasting my time again?"

The man exhaled slowly, gripping the phone tightly as though steadying himself. His voice, low and cautious. "Pretty much, yeah. I've got an idea."

There was silence on the other end, but the tension was palpable. Rick's father didn't need to speak; the weight of his expectations pressed through the phone like a physical force.