Monday, Northwood Airport.
In the vast airport, a man wearing a floral shirt and black skinny jeans, with fashionable sunglasses and a row of earrings on his right ear, stood out conspicuously in the crowd.
The man was of medium height, with fair skin and very thin. He dragged a red suitcase, walking gracefully.
Suddenly, he pinched the arm of his sunglasses with his index finger and thumb, lifting his pinky as he removed the sunglasses in an overly theatrical manner.
His fair and delicate face appeared in the public's view.
Perry Payne stood in place, took out his phone, and dialed Caleb Lockwood's number.
When the call was answered, he smiled, his red lips parting slightly as he said, "I'll be waiting for you at Boss Ford's bar tonight, you must come. I've already arranged to meet the person you wanted."
Caleb Lockwood simply responded indifferently, and then hung up the phone.
