The Wolf of Los Angeles

[Chapter 70: This House Is Too Creepy]

As night fell, Hawke sat atop the RV, raising his binoculars to survey the studio across the road once more.

Edward took a sip of water and asked, "Boss, should I call DaShawn and the others?"

Hawke waved him off, "No need, let's first see what's happening."

Eric expressed some regret, "I'm really sorry for dragging you into this mess."

Hawke shook his head, "Come on, buddy, we don't need to exchange pleasantries like that."

Eric pressed his lips tightly together.

"Ah..." Frank sighed inwardly, realizing the foolish guy was likely going to take a bullet for that jerk for a long time to come. He took a sip of cold beer and said, "Hey, guys, you're not grateful for my hospitality?"

Hawke raised his arm and gave him the finger without a second thought.