"They’re back in town," he said, lifting his binoculars to Jaxon’s window, eyes locked on his target.
"Listen, I’m tired of sitting around. Why don’t we just fucking strike already?" The voice on the other end was laced with impatience.
"You know why we can’t," he replied, voice steady. "If we move recklessly, Jaxon will catch wind of it, and we’ll be screwed. We need patience."
"The waiting is unbearable. I can’t wait to watch him crumble—see that pathetic, miserable look on his face."
"Well, you already got a preview in those photos I sent. They had a fight before she left."
"I need to know what they were arguing about. Didn’t you say you have someone inside? It’s time we put him to use."
He nodded, exhaling slowly. "Yeah... but I doubt he heard anything. He wasn’t close enough. Still, he might be able to get us something. I’ll talk to him."
"Good. I’ll be expecting an update. And next time we talk, I want a date. No more waiting."
The line went dead.