Chapter ninety nine

Jeremy sat on the private jet, he was nervous and anxious. He had a premonition that something terrible had just happened. After trying to reach Sinclair all night and into the next morning, he figured out that a trip back home was inevitable. Something was wrong.

Soon, the jet landed in California and the first thing he did was stop by Sinclair's house. He found out that he was not home. He met with his housekeeper who wasn't very clear on what was going on.

"When did he leave?"He asked but the woman did not look like she had much to say to him, "He left this morning," she replied simply.

"Did something happen? A break-in? A heart attack?" Jeremy asked, he was not just curious but bothered. Sinclair was a relatively healthy man. He'd seen him return from an early morning run once or twice and he had a whole gym facility at home and the firm. Could he possibly have had an underlying medical condition?

"No, Mr Sinclair is fine, he just stepped out." The woman replied vaguely. He kn