Bennett laughed like he’d just heard something funny. “Oh, you mean that old deaf man?”
“I threw a rock at him and he still laughed at me! What? Your dad’s deaf, you’re lame, guess missing something runs in the family!”
I ignored his insults and pulled out my phone, calling Talia again and again. Ninety-nine calls, no answer. On the last try, the call finally went through.
My voice was cold. “Talia, I’m giving you one last chance. Where is my father? Tell me!”
She stopped for a moment, sounding annoyed. “How should I know? This is all your fault for making me angry. Don’t use your dad as an excuse! Calm down first, then come talk to me!”
The next moment, the call suddenly ended.
I looked at Bennett’s proud face and a strong feeling of helplessness came over me.
My father was my biggest weakness. He had been deaf since he was a child and raised me by working at a construction site.
Since he couldn’t hear, his coworkers would throw small stones at him to let him know it was time to eat.
Bennett slowly lit a cigar. “Nolan, want to know where your father is? Fine! Get on your knees and bow three times!”