Chapter 133

ALPHA ZADE

"What exactly are we doing here?" When he told me it was very important, I expected him to drag me to a private meeting. I should have seen the red flags when he said to meet him in the bar.

"Meeting someone, they have information about the shooter," he replies, looking over my shoulder.

He still hasn't given up on finding the man in black.

"And how did you meet this person?" I spit through gritted teeth.

I already had people on it, so if I haven't received anything yet, then it means there isn't anything tangible yet. They covered their tracks really well and it would need time—a lot of time and patience—to clear the dirt and find footprints. Not literally, of course. Unless the person who hired the shooter confesses themselves, there is nothing anyone can get.

"A friend of a friend." I didn't like the sound of that but I sighed and decided to wait a little.

When he doesn't show up five minutes later, I tell Williams he is not go