Chapter: 1963

After three tries, still nothing.

He was about to type out a text when his phone rang.

“Mr. Sullivan." He picked up, and a voice, cool and detached, greeted him without a hint of real deference.

"Where's my godfather?" Odin didn't beat around the bush. "Why's he not picking up?"

"He's resting. If you need something, just let me know. I'll pass the message when he's up."