Wanting Davina Parker

"I need you to run a plate number for me." He said into the phone rubbing his hands through his hair, he looked at the small black bmw that had urgently took off get caught at a red light, due to his imbalanced and uncomfortable presence he presented to the two women.

He quickly but calmly read the license plate to the person on the other side of the phone.

"And why do you need me to run this." the dominant annoyed voiced spoke through the phone.

"Trust me sir, please call me back when you got everything you know on this person." He said moving the phone away from his ear but quickly moving it back as he almost forgot to add "And send me their home address."