Chapter 62: The Blind Leading the Damned
Adrian knew something wasn't right, as his phone buzzed violently against the glass table.
He was in the middle of pouring himself a drink when he saw the caller ID. His jaw clenched.
"Father?"
He exhaled sharply, already knowing this wasn't going to be good.
With a slow hand, he picked up the phone. "What?"
A ragged, pained voice came through the speaker. "Adrian… come get me."
Adrian frowned. Richard sounded… wrong. Weak. Desperate. There was a hoarse rasp to his voice, like he had been screaming for hours.
Adrian pinched the bridge of his nose. "Where the hell are you?"
Richard groaned. "I—I don't know. I think it's still at our abandoned warehouse. They… they did something to me."
Adrian's grip on the phone tightened. "Who?"
Silence.
Then, Richard's voice trembled—something Adrian had never heard before.
"I can't see."