Richard sighed, rubbing his forehead.
This again.
He knew his brother's obsession all too well. And no matter how many times he tried to talk sense into him, it never worked.
In Jerry's mind, their King would eventually reciprocate his feelings.
To say delusion at its finest.
Letting out a quiet breath, Richard followed toward the cab and slid into his seat.
"Where are we going?" he asked, turning slightly toward Casey, as they talked in a low voice.
"Vermilion Canvas Hotel," she replied. "The King told us to stay there and wait."
Richard nodded, though the crease in his brow didn't fully disappear.
"I see…"
Something still felt off.
The sudden change of meeting point. The lack of a direct call, just a message. It didn't sit right with him.
Casey noticed the change in his expression immediately.
"I know what you're thinking," she said.
Richard glanced at her.
"Don't overthink it," she continued. "Once we arrive, I'll scout the area first."
