Chapter hundred nineteen

"Are you sure of what you're telling me?" Jeremy asked Hanson over the phone. His attention was taken off the work on his table, he couldn't believe his ears.

“Yes, sir, I have a few pictures too," he said and then Jeremy heard his phone beep, clearly he'd dropped a picture.

"Thank you, Hanson, you're misy helpful," Jeremy said just as he ended the call. He was fuming with anger as he saw the picture. Hilda and Eugene were both talking to a young man in a restaurant, his head was bowed down slightly and he wore a deep red baseball cap, his eyes behind a pair of Ray-ban. He didn't consider it a choice of fashion, it was clear the man wanted to remain hidden.

"Fuck!" Jeremy swore loudly and slammed his fist on the desk at about the same time that his secret, Bob entered. The young man jumped at the sound and almost retreated before Jeremy called him back and asked what the matter was. "Ummm...I can come back if now is not a good time," Bob said meekly, Jeremy glared at him and he qui