Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Seven

The cool breeze of the night kissed his skin as he stood still, waiting. He should have just stayed put in his car and waited. But, he chose not to.

The night was cool and unexpectedly quiet especially at such a late hour which was usually the time for bustling activities.

On the other hand, he thought it was so because of the fact that the lake side was not close to the road. It was a bit far from the main street leading to other buildings.

The lake side consisted of a small river around it and a warehouse that was too small to contain an extended family.

"What's keeping them?" He thought, as he kept checking what the time said on his wristwatch.

He had been standing there for almost half an hour, yet there was no sight of anyone coming.

Truth be told, dear Turner was beginning to get frustrated.

"Were they not coming anymore?" He thought to himself.

Or, probably he had been played.

Turner knew that his decision to quit was something he should have done a long time ago. But,