55: THE TRUTH BEHIND SINISTER'S HATRED

BRADLEY'S POV

I sat in the coffee shop at the corner of Grace Street, sipping on a vanilla cappuccino.

“Where is Jimmy?” I questioned myself. Seeing that he was 20 minutes late. He informed me he had some important news to pass on, but that he couldn't do it over the phone. Albert Penn also responded to come to meet us all the way from Georgia.

I waited for another 20 minutes before I saw Jimmy strolling into the shop. He had an elderly gentleman with him. I assumed it was Albert.

“I apologize for being late Bradley, I had to make a pit stop," Jimmy pulled out a chair and gestured for the old man to sit, then he took the seat next to him. “Bradley, say hello to Albert Penn," Jimmy announced.

“Ah! So, you're Miranda Townsend's, Albert Penn?" I stretched my palm out to shake the man's hand. He was still a handsome-looking fellow. One could tell he was quite the looker in his prime. His silver hair was slicked back in a pompadour. His brown eyes were strikingly handsome, and his tall s