The men tried to beg as he waved them off taking his phone to call up his butler who answered with a chirpy tone.
"It must be Christmas morning for you to…"
"Skip the happy notes," Jake said in a straight tone. "What kind of sick immature losers did you hire to do this job for me?"
"Sir?" the butler asked, taken aback by the question.
"I wanted people who would find the answers to my question and I got people who don't know how to search for shit."
"I don't understand you sir."
Jake grunted before pacing around the room. "I sent these guys to search for Alastor's past. Did they get the answer after wasting two weeks of my life? No. Instead they show up and tell me that they can't find anything about him because he's a ghost.
"Why would he be a ghost? He's just a human like the rest of us and even you who has a shady past can still be found. Yet these guys can't find the past of one of the most important people in this fucking country."