“Oh, she does have but she doesn't drive herself.”“Then how do you know that she does have a car.”“Come on Morgan. You are asking unnecessary questions,” Jude flared up before swallowing his frustration and answering the question. “I know because I disguised myself as a patient and got into the medical institute. I then stylishly got information from a janitor. You know, Janitors are probably the most knowledgeable in any organization even though they seem to be the lowest in rank. “Don't ever underestimate the powers that janitors possess. That is a little secret for you but as I have said before, you are asking the wrong questions. Just believe whatever I tell you.”Morgan’s nods were a gentle wave of validation and acknowledgment of Jude’s explanations.“So, as I was saying,” Jude continued. “You are going to be driving the taxi behind me while I will drive the one after you. We have to be close to each other to make sure this works very well and there can't be any mistakes that

Morgan was more in a hurry than Jude to complete the assignment because he was tense and didn't want to get caught in another offense after already having a court case hanging on his neck. He wanted to get over with the kidnap as soon as possible.Morgan attached the cord of the device to his mouth to communicate with his brother. “Jude, What if Camille had left here before we came in? What if she didn't even come to work? What if—-”“Damnit Morgan! Just have some believe will you?” Morgan butted in, his expression hardened with a tightening of annoyance. “You are just screaming a lot of what-ifs. I already explained to you what is at stake here. All you have to do is to have a little more patience but you keep creating a negative atmosphere.”“Look, brother. I am just trying to weigh all our possible options,” Morgan responded, his tone slacked with sloppiness.“We don't have any options. We only have a goal and that is to get Camille this night and we will be here until she comes th

But all he got from the driver was that he pulled down his window frame of the cab and dropped his hand outside saying, “Sorry about the scratch mister!”Doctor White’s face was a map of queries and his eyebrows raised in surprise. Was he not going to come down from his vehicle and talk to him? Did he take it all as a joke that his vehicle was scratched? Did he take him as a comic character so that he would just ignore him and only give him a wave of the hand and a subtle apology?While Doctor White was still beaming with confusion, the cab driver drove off with a casual air of detachment, the cab slipping through the commotion like a ghost.That was the height of disregard, Doctor White thought. He could see the person driving the cab - it was a man who was probably in his mind 30s, with tinted hair and broad shoulders but he had no passengers. He felt that it was awkward not to have any passengers especially since the road was quite busy and people were waiting to take cabs.But th

Camille soon excused herself after she seemed to have told Doctor White to back off so that she could go to her house. Jude could realize that Doctor White didn't understand why he was being rejected.Jude heaved another sigh of relief when he saw that Doctor White had finally left Camille alone.He then plugged his earbud device to connect with Morgan. “Morgan, get ready. Camille is about to pass that route I was telling you about. We are lucky that she didn't pass through the estate gate. At the moment I give the word, we should burst out immediately and reach for her.”Jude’s focus was a laser and a beam of unwavering concentration as he crept out of the cab with his head lowered. He turned his gaze to find out that Morgan had also crept out of his cab so he waited for a while for Morgan to meet up with him before they proceeded together.Jude and Morgan darted from one patch of darkness to another with their pistols hidden by the hook of their belts as they flitted through until t

It had to be the same vehicle where the driver stuck out a hand and waved to him in an apology. Did the same taxi follow him and Camille to the estate?That was weird, he thought. He knew that he wasn't making a mistake about the taxi. It was the same purple taxi and he even memorized some other scratches he saw on it when his Range Rover was hit by it. The same scratches were still there.Perhaps he had to check the inside of the taxi, he thought. It might just not be a mere coincidence that the taxi came all the way over to where he wanted to drop Camille off. There had to be something more. Doctor White pressed against the window, his eyes straining to decipher the contents of the vehicle.Damnit!Doctor White shrieked, his breath coming in short and ragged gasp as his body trembled.He first saw a bunch of keys but on a closer look he a pistol beside it and two blood-stained knives.What the hell?! He suspected that whoever it was in the cab who hit him followed him to the estate