Chapter thirty three

The bus smelled like a gym floor, the bodies standing right next to him made him feel a little claustrophobic. Jeremy was not raised in the finest of places, he'd tasted the ghetto live one time too many times, even in the hands of his in-laws where he was being treated as trash, but still, he disliked his rides more than anything.

But he had no choice, a bus was the only thing that could take him to the place he wanted. Information on Sinclair's latest case had reached him and he knew he needed to act fast if he was to influence the outcome of the case.

Jeremy wanted to reach out to Sinclair once more and perhaps see if they could come to a diplomatic agreement, after all, he was legally a partner of the inheritance and he deserved equal rights to all information about the will, all he needed was a copy of the will, he wanted to see the terms of the will himself, all that his father had told him was simply not enough.

But he second-guessed that option the moment it came to mind.