When Joe arrived at Hannah’s house, he was greeted by a few cars parked outside. He was a bit worried. He had never see this much car parked outside. He slammed his door shut, hurrying down the lawn that a gardener was trimming. He was about to ask questions when he saw the door fly open, and a lot of men seemed to be filing out of the house. “What’s going on here?” Joe muttered. He increased his stride and soon noticed that Hannah was standing between the group of men. “That’s alright for today.” Joe heard her say as he got closer. “Thank you, gentlemen.” She added, and they nodded, heading to their cars. It was at that moment that Hannah spotted Joe. “It’s about time.” She said, offering him a smile. “What’s going on here?” Joe asked. He was filled with curiosity. “Some of the auditing team from one of my father’s companies came over,” Hannah said. “They had certain business to discuss.” “They look like hitmen.” Joe pointed out, and Hannah shook her head. “Don’t be silly,

“This is crazy,” Hannah’s voice broke Joe’s thoughts gaining his attention. “What are you going to do about it?” Joe shook his head. “I don’t know yet but I have this feeling this might be the break I need.”“Maybe meeting this person may not be that bad.” Joe added.Hannah looked at him with a firm gaze. “Joe, I don’t think it’s a good idea to meet this person. It could be a setup.” Joe leaned back, he shot her a thoughtful gaze. “It’s risky, I know. But the message says they know who’s working for Aaron. What if they can really help me?” “And what if they’re luring you into a trap?” Hannah shot back, her voice rising slightly. “I don’t think you should go.” “I’ll take Timothy with me,” Joe said, trying to sound reassuring. “Timothy? That dumbo?” Hannah exclaimed. Joe gave her a sharp look. “Hey, that’s my friend.” Hannah sighed and softened her tone. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think taking Timothy is the answer. In fact, I don’t think you should go at all. I don’t want an

Joe kept a safe distance, careful not to let Aaron spot him as he followed him through the dark, winding streets. He had been tracking Aaron for what felt like hours, and his patience was wearing thin, but the tension in his chest was only getting worse. Aaron had led him to a secluded part of town, far from the places Joe knew. As he followed Aaron, Joe came to a stop at a building on the outskirts of town. From a distance, it appeared abandoned, its cracked windows and peeling paint offering a silent warning. But as Joe moved closer, he realized he’d been wrong. The place wasn’t abandoned at all. There was activity inside—men moving in and out of the building, their figures disappearing into the shadows. Joe stayed hidden behind the cover of a nearby wall, crouching low to avoid detection. He could hear muffled voices, but there was no way to tell what was going on. His heart was pounding in his chest, but he forced himself to stay calm. He had to keep track of Aaron. He co

Joe pulled into the same location that Puck had once brought him to. It was evening, and he had left the office in a hurry.He didn’t believe that he would ever come back here but here he was.He parked the car and stared out at the building ahead, recalling the moment he opened the envelope and saw Victor’s name scrawled across the message. The shock of the invitation still lingered on Joe’s mind. He couldn’t believe Victor wanted to meet. Joe couldn’t decide if this was an opportunity or a trap. He stepped out of the car, his boots crunching against the gravel, and immediately spotted Victor leaning casually against the wall of the building, his silhouette illuminated by the faint glow of a single, flickering bulb above the doorway. Victor appeared calm, though Joe knew better than to trust appearances.Victor straightened up as Joe approached, flashing a thin smile. “Surprised you actually showed up.”Joe stopped a few feet away, keeping his guard up. “I could say the same to y

“6-2-6-5,” Timothy yelled, throwing his hands in the air, but the joy in his voice slipped away the moment he saw that the box wasn’t opened yet.“Fuck this!” He muttered to himself, but his words had caught Joe’s attention.“Let me have a go!” Joe said, leaning forward.The night had slipped away quietly, unnoticed by the trio. Joe, Timothy, and John had spent hours trying to crack the code of the box they found. But despite the numerous numbers they tried, nothing seemed to unlock the box.Timothy, who had been absent-mindedly tapping his fingers on the edge of the desk, suddenly jolted upright. He glanced at his watch and let out a frustrated exhale.“I have a date,” Timothy announced as he stood up from his chair.Joe turned toward him, surprised. “A date?” He couldn’t believe the timing.“Yeah, man,” Timothy replied. “I’m sorry, but I have to leave.” He gathered his things, still looking regretful, but his expression soon softened with a smirk. “Thanks for letting me help out,