Chapter 598

On the other end of the call, Owen Reid was swearing under his breath. "Check, check, check! Today you want me to dig stuff up, tomorrow it'll be Beckett, the day after that Patrick Collins. Why don't I just open a private investigation firm already? What, I owe you all or something? Not only am I not getting paid, I'm basically working for free here!" … At the Simpson house. Old Mr. Simpson looked grim, gripping his cane and giving the table a sharp thud. "So you're really heading to the States? That your own idea?" Alex Simpson nodded, stepping up behind his grandfather to give his shoulders a gentle massage. "Grandpa, you're getting older. You shouldn't be stressing so much. Leave it to us. Just relax, I'll make sure to come back and visit often." His grandfather didn't look pleased. Truth be told, he regretted calling Leon back. Alex had been going against everything lately—refused to mess with the Beach Group when asked, didn't bring Chris back as requested. Anything that had to d