The paper revealed itself to be a receipt of payment bearing the name "Havanger Logistics." Newton's mind raced, trying to recall any information about the company or its significance. He wracked his brain, searching for any connection he could make, but the name remained elusive, shrouded in mystery.Driven by curiosity and the need for answers, Newton swiftly retrieved his phone and embarked on a search. Typing in the words "Havanger Logistics," he delved into the realm of search results, hoping to unearth some clues that could shed light on the enigmatic company.As the search results populated his screen, Newton's eyes widened with realization. Havanger Logistics was the parent company of two well-known entities: "Safe Travel" and "Mesanjar" courier services. The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. It became clear to Newton that Dr. Sergey had likely utilized the Safe Travel services in his bid to escape, seeking a way out of Bayfield with his family.Newton's fingers
After Newton left the bus station, he slid behind the wheel of his Koenigsegg and gracefully maneuvered through the streets. The engine's powerful purr echoed through the air as he navigated the busy roads, his mind still filled with the encounter with Dr. Sergey.As he approached the Fat-n-Obis restaurant, Newton surveyed the area, ensuring no prying eyes were watching him. Satisfied that he had remained incognito, he skillfully parked his Koenigsegg at the front parking lot of the restaurant, blending in seamlessly with the other vehicles.Entering the restaurant, Newton was greeted by the comforting aroma of sizzling dishes and the gentle hum of conversation. He glanced around, searching for a vacant table. As he carried his tray of food to his seat, he noticed a commotion outside the restaurant.Curiosity piqued, Newton turned his gaze toward the gathering crowd. To his surprise, he saw a group of people surrounding his Koenigsegg, their faces lit up with excitement. Some were sna
As Newton and Sophia engrossed themselves in conversation, their words flowing effortlessly, the ambiance of the restaurant filled with laughter and the mouth-watering aroma of delicious meals. It was a moment of connection and warmth between the two.However, their conversation was interrupted by the familiar sound of Newton's ringing phone. He reached into his pocket, retrieved it, and glanced at the screen. It was Grinch calling.Newton excused himself from the table with an apologetic smile and stepped away to answer the call. "Hey, Grinch. What's up?" he greeted.Grinch's voice came through the phone, slightly muffled by the background noise. "I'm inside the restaurant," he replied. Realizing that Grinch had already arrived, Newton scanned the room to locate his friend. Spotting Grinch standing by the entrance, searching for him, Newton waved enthusiastically to catch his attention. Sophia turned her head to see what had captured Newton's focus and followed his gaze, eventually
After successfully stacking the final crates, Newton and Grinch felt an urgency to leave the warehouse without any further delay. They couldn't afford to linger, considering the fabricated urgency they had created about Grinch's mother's condition to deceive Zach.Grinch headed towards the gleaming parked Koenigsegg, but Newton quickly called him back, realizing the potential risk it posed to their cover."You shouldn't be seen near that car, Grinch," Newton whispered, his voice laced with concern. "If anyone spots us together, it could raise suspicions. We need to maintain the illusion that we're just regular workers."Grinch, after a moment of contemplation, nodded in agreement. "You're right, boss," he acknowledged. "I'll take a taxi home instead. It's better to be cautious."Newton nodded approvingly, appreciating Grinch's understanding. Grinch then voiced another question, expressing his concern about leaving the car behind."Do you plan to leave the car parked here?" Grinch inqui
Newton's car screeched to a halt on the desolate Armory Street, its tires leaving skid marks on the worn asphalt. The air was heavy with tension as Newton stepped out of the vehicle, his eyes scanning the surroundings. A crowd had gathered, their murmurs of concern punctuating the silence of the street.With a determined stride, Newton made his way toward the gathering, his presence commanding attention. The man who had caught his eye, a weathered figure in his sixties, turned to face him, his worried expression reflecting the troubled times they lived in."What happened here?" Newton's voice cut through the hushed conversations, drawing the man's attention.The man shifted slightly, his gaze meeting Newton's with a mixture of weariness and distress. He cleared his throat, a pause of contemplation hanging in the air. "Some bandits," he finally began, "blocked a large bus on this road and abducted the people inside. Evil times we live in."A shiver ran down Newton's spine, his worst fea
The gate of the house at the end of the close was opened to the white van, and the van entered into the compound. Newton, parked nearby, observed the van's arrival and waited for a few minutes before cautiously driving into the close. He parked his car discreetly by the fence, ensuring it remained inconspicuous.Feeling the weight of the task ahead, Newton took a deep breath to steady his nerves. He retrieved his two golden pistols, fit in surpressors and carefully slid them under his jacket.With calculated steps, he ducked below the fence and swiftly made his way to the gate.Standing upright, Newton adjusted his face cap, ensuring his features were partially obscured. He straightened his shirt and wore a serious expression, ready to face whatever awaited him on the other side. Taking one last deep breath, he approached the gate and knocked firmly.The sound of his knocks echoed through the stillness of the compound. Newton waited, his heart pounding in his chest, but there was no
"Tell him you're good," Newton instructed the young man in a hushed tone, his eyes darting between the man on the balcony and the hooded man before him.As the young man opened his mouth to respond, Newton swiftly brought his palm crashing against the side of the man's neck, delivering a powerful blow. The impact silenced him instantly, and he crumpled to the ground, unconscious.Carefully and silently, Newton laid the man on the ground, ensuring no noise would give away their presence. He had to move quickly before anyone else discovered what had transpired.Without wasting time, Newton rushed forward, pressing his back against the entrance door. He took a deep breath, his gun still pointed forward, and swiftly opened the door.Inside the lobby, two men were seated on a couch, completely engrossed in a video game. Oblivious to Newton's presence, they didn't bother to look up or acknowledge him, assuming it was their comrades returning from the gate."So, who was the loser at the gate?
After an hour of driving around Bayfield, they finally came to a stop at the front of the grand and luxurious Nort Hotel. Newton pulled up behind the van and immediately rushed out to the black van where he helped the little Amiyah and her elder sister out. They were worn out and tired after the ordeal they faced in the Bagwells, and it had been an incredibly stressful and exasperating day.Newton hurriedly led the way into the hotel lobby, with the doctor and his family, and the househelp following behind. As they entered, they were greeted by the familiar face of the receptionist, Olivia, who had previously been fired but was reinstated thanks to Newton's intervention.Filled with admiration and utmost respect for Newton, Olivia rushed out from behind the desk and lunged into him in a warm embrace, tears streaming down her eyes. "Thank you so much, Mr. Norton. Without you in my life, I don't know what would have become of me," she muttered tearfully.Newton gently raised her face wi