PASTA

JORDAN.

No one was around in the bungalow where Hailey resided with Jordan. He left Gold Inc. Prime and came back after dropping her off with her orders.

"Hailey—Hailey," he arced, smoothening his beards as he went through her things carefully. "You’re smart; there are no traces left, and you still don’t trust me," he uttered, running his hands through all her files.

"So smart, she almost got a hunch of the recorder I planted on my jacket," Jordan laughed, taking it off and hanging it inside her wardrobe. He dipped his hand inside his pocket and brought out the smart little recorder.

"Should I say she was careful? Or just lucky?" Jordan muzzled after listening for a couple of minutes, and she had no vital conversation.

Manila—white coaster bus

He paused and listened again. "Manila? And she probably saw a white coaster bus?" Jordan stood up, raking his brain. "I just need more time to get this blown," he mustered courageously. He heard the car honk, and he rushed to keep things
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