It's been five days and Henry has not heard from his son, James. It's normal for James to just give himself a sudden vacation and organize on orgy on one of those exotic islands, but the usual thing is that he never called his father. His father has tried to get people to track his son down to the last location and his phone, but it doesn't sum up to anything useful. It's like his son has disappeared into the thin air. He is on the phone again, looking out of the window of his office. “Are you trying to tell me that you can't help me find my son?” “Sir, it would have been easy to track him with his phone, but we have not been able to see any sign of him.” “So, what are you saying?” “I hate to say this, sir, but I think that maybe your son doesn't want to be found.” “That's absurd. James wants nothing more than to be my heir. He would never run away like this. Something is wrong.” Henry insists with a sad tone. “But sir–” “I won't be taking no for an answer. Do your research a

When James was sixteen, he disturbed his father for months because he wanted his first tattoo and his father said no. He didn't give up, he did better in school, he cleaned up, he did everything so that his father gave him the chance to get a tattoo. Henry Jackson wasn't a fan of tattoos, in fact he hated them. They were tacky and he preferred a smart appearance for his son. He was going to take over his father's businesses someday, Henry didn't want him looking like a canvas with graffiti on it. But when James wasn't backing down, he decided to get one, but under the condition that he was going to pick the location. He picked the side, across the ribs and he did that because it was typically one of the most painful parts of the body to be tattooed. He did that because he wanted to discourage his son from getting any future tattoos. James took the pain like a champ and when he became older, he got several more. It's that same tattoo that he is staring at and he knows, without a d