Chapter 60 – A Well-Wisher

Noah sat at his grand mahogany desk, his rugged face masked in shadows cast by the soft glow of a single lamp. His cigar smoke curled lazily around him, a familiar comfort amidst the tense atmosphere that he always found from sitting in the dark. His phone rang interrupting his peace and quiet, “Hello?” He said over the phone “Hello Noah Garcia” the voice said, causing Noah to sit up alarmed, the voice was deep and unfamiliar, his name was known to few. “Who's this?” Noah asked. “I mean no harm, there's no cause for alarm” “Very well then, who are you?” He asked again, “A friend” the voice answered. “I don't seem to have any friends you know” Noah said, “Well, you have me now” he said, “Why not stop all these games and tell me who you are” Noah said, “I will. And I play no games with you, just a well-wisher that's been standing by, watching you closely for a long time” “Watching me closely, I see you with Oliver, your driver Theo, and the rest of them” “What rest of them?”