82. Getting closer.

"Ah, I see you finally managed to clean up this place. No empty bottles lying around, the office doesn't stink like an alcoholic’s hideout. Good job, my friend," Ronan popped down on the sofa, grinning like a movie star.

"I did. Decided that self-pity has to go, if not me- nobody will be able to find her." Rhydian averted his gaze from the pile of documents and looked up at his friend.

"What has