Jeremiah finally made it to the Crimson Fall’s Royal Mall and from the first impressions alone he saw why Christabel suggested it over all the other places she could have. It looked amazing. From how massive it was to the number of people going in and out of it. Everything about the mall was very inviting.Jeremiah removed his helmet and kept it on the motorcycle then he reached for his AirPod, which was repeating the phrase; “You have arrived at your destination” and he took it off his ear.He took out the AirPod case from his pocket and returned the AirPod to its place then he took out his phone from his other pocket and closed the Map app as he returned the AirPod case to his pocket. Jeremiah looked around and grimaced.“She’s not here yet?” he said.From how eager Britney sounded over the phone it seemed like she would be there waiting for him but she wasn’t. He wondered what could have happened but then it hit him like a rock to the head and he palmed his face in embarrassmen

Jeremiah observed the elderly man for a few more seconds, seeing him struggle with the ATM like he was before he tried to help him and Jeremiah couldn’t in good conscience continue watching.“I know you said you’re fine but it would be terrible of me to just walk away and leave you like this,” Jeremiah said. The elderly man turned to him, smiled, and said “As I said, my young friend, I’m alright. I’m sure you have more important things to do with your time than worry about an old man like me. As for the machine, I’ve gotten a hang of it so I’ll be done very soon”Jeremiah wasn’t having it.“If that was the case then you wouldn’t still be in the first stage of trying to work the ATM for the past couple of minutes,” Jeremiah said, prompting the elderly man to look at the display of the ATM and he indeed was at the beginning stage of using the machine with not a single progress made.The elderly man smiled nervously as sweat fell down the side of his forehead and he used his handkerchi

“Followed?” The elderly man asked.“Yes, I have strong suspicions that you were followed, and whoever was sent to follow you and make sure you did what you’re supposed to should be somewhere close—“ Jeremiah’s eyes widened.He recalled the guy with the neck tattoo in the old pickup truck, and suddenly, everything—especially what he had said on the phone—started to make sense.“My friend? What’s the matter?” The elderly man asked after witnessing Jeremiah’s sudden pause.“It’s nothing. As I was saying, your follower is probably parked at the top of the road leading over here”, Jeremiah said, and the elderly man furrowed her eyebrows.“If they are here to watch me, then why park so far away?” he asked.“That's because if they follow you into the bank, they’ll attract suspicion if they’re seen just standing around without doing anything. On the other hand, if they stay outside in the parking lot, they might catch the attention of the security guards. The best place to be is on the road l

The elderly man’s eyes fidgeted.Was Jeremiah serious about helping him? The elderly man grabbed the hand Jeremiah was offering him and was pulled to his feet.“So, what do I— I mean, we do?” The elderly man asked, completely trusting Jeremiah that he would get his grandson out of the mess he was in no matter what.“Firstly, I’d like us to introduce ourselves and our names. Not that I have a problem with being called your friend, but I prefer hearing my name when being spoken to” Jeremiah said. The elderly nodded, then said “Okay. From this moment onward, I’ll call you by your name. Jeremiah”Jeremiah smiled and said “Thank you. What about you? What’s your name?““Jackson. My name is Jackson Bailey”Jeremiah nodded.“Now we know each other’s names,” Jeremiah said, and Jackson smiled “It’s time to get down to business,”Jackson took a deep breath, exhaled, and was prepared for what he had to do.“Firstly, you’re going to call the number the kidnappers had called you with to request t

Jeremiah drove his motorcycle to the top of the slopped road and stared at where he had last seen the pick-up truck when he came to the bank.“I knew it,” he said, smirking under his helmet because the truck was nowhere to be seen. It seemed his suspicion about the driver was correct. However, the truck’s disappearance alone wasn’t his only confirmation that the driver was working with Charlie’s kidnappers, as the truck could have simply left while he was still at the bank, even before Jackson had left.Even if the driver had been talking over the phone about someone, which could have very well been Jackson, withdrawing money from the bank, that wasn’t what Jeremiah took as confirmation for his suspension. It was his nose. The moment Jeremiah drove to the top of the slopped road he used his nose to find Jackson’s trail and his nose told him that the pick-up truck was just there but left less than two minutes ago which matched when Jackson left the bank. His trusty nose was how he w