Paranoid

Ryan's phone was ringing for consecutive number of times, without stop.

He did look at it but then pressed the silent button and put it back in his pocket.

It was Rose. She was possibly bugging him with an apology but he wasn't in the mood.

He stood at the dock.His sunglasses on as the sunlight kissed his handsome face. His arms folded as he watched the shipment being unloaded which was being held by the custom officers.

"Is Patrick's package ready? "

He asked the middle aged man in-charge of the port. He nodded, " Yes, sir, already on the way. "

" Good, and what about the custom officer? "

Ryan questioned.

" He has been reunited with his family. He looked pretty grateful to find his son whole. " The man chuckled, " Sending his bloodied T-shirt along with a random severed hand, indeed did wonders in pursuing him. That idiot perhaps didn't even look at the hand properly, just imagined that it belonged to his only son, from the tshirt. "

Ryan pulled the man by his shoulder and shook