Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Seven - William Hacker

Connor pulled the car over a few blocks away from the therapist’s office. On the side of the road where he pulled up, there was a young man who was wearing tattered clothes and had dark circles around his eyes. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He was just the kind of person that Connor needed.

Connor rolled down the window of the car so that the young man could hear him say, “Hey, you.”

The young man looked at Connor, then looked back, making sure that Connor was calling him and not someone else. “Me?” the young man asked.

“Yes, you,” Connor said.

Hesitantly, the man stepped closer to the car. “What’s up?” he asked. Getting a closer look at him and hearing his voice, Connor could tell that he couldn’t be older than twenty.

“You don’t look too good, man,” Connor said, feigning concern.

“Why do you care?” The man’s brow furrowed.

Connor lifted his hand, which had two hundred dollar bills in it so that the young men could see it. “I bet I could help you.”

The man’s eyes lit up, a