Chapter 63. Father to Father

Gideon

“Are you ready? Let’s grab a bite, then scope out our meeting place. Who knows, we might catch a New York rat tonight.” I growl at the end of my sentence out.

“Oh, I am ready! Hey, can we get pizza? I hear New York rats like pizza.” Marcus chuckles.

“Are you really bringing up pizza rat right now?” He killed my murderous mood.

“Sorry, you left the door right open. I could help it. I’ll be right over.” We end the mind-link, and I meet Marcus in the hallway.

“Let’s go get you pizza.” I laugh and slap him on the back. We are silent as we leave the hotel. We are observing our surroundings as we go, looking for any odd behavior.

“Anything jumps out at you?” I ask as we head down the street.

“Nothing. You?” He asks.

“No,” I say but continue to look around.

We find a local pizzeria, and we each order a large pizza. We eat a lot, and New York-style pizza is thin. As we sit down with our pizza, I notice a guy in a dark blue