Lucas Nicholas St. Alexander stood in the dark corner of the crowded room. His sharp eyes swept over the wild, sweaty bodyâs gyrating on the dance floor as he looked for someone.
He cursed for the umpteenth time when he thought heâd lost him again. He must have noticed him tailing his car and he sped up until he lost track of his Ford.
He fished his phone inside the pocket of his leather jacket and stared at the monitor. The tracking device stopped there and he checked the grey Ford and saw it parked in the vacant lot behind the bar. He must be here inside.
If it werenât for the tracking device he secretly installed on his car, he wouldnât be able to locate him. He nearly gave up trying to find him.
Music blasted on the speaker beside the stage. He cringed so hard and uttered another curse but he barely heard it, his words got drowned against the noise.
He dropped his phone inside his pocket and resumed his search in the crowd. It took him five long minutes to find him. He nearly leapt in joy when he spotted Vince Greyson seated on a stool in front of the bar counter, and drinking his beer.
It was his mission to watch over Vinceâs activities. The investigation firm he worked as a part time agent had given him the task to watch over Vinceâs activities.
Heâd been tailing him for weeks now and yet the overly cautious bastard was too careful with his escapades. He couldnât find any flaws that might connect him with the bomb incident a few weeks ago.
He sighed deeply. This job is harder than he imagined and he was on the verge of giving up after his fruitless struggles. But everytime he thinks of dropping the mission he recalls the people he valued which Vince ruined and it made his blood boil. No! Heâs not going to stopâ¦. Not until Aceâs cunning brother got the punishment he deserves.
True, he couldnât find anything he could use against him now but he will soon find it out. He strongly believes that a man as evil as Vince will show his true color soon. So he should wait patiently.
As if Vince sensed someone was looking at him, he looked from left to right. His gaze surveyed the crowd. When he saw nothing was amiss, he shifted his attention on the beer and drank its contents in a single gulp and rose from his seat. He left a tip on the bar counter, under his beer mug and hastily made his way to the door.
Vince quickly made his way to the door. Lucas Nicholas followed, struggling his way out amid the gyrating bodies in the middle of the dance floor. When he was finally outside, he sighed, relieved to have escaped the annoying place. If it werenât for his mission he would never set foot inside a place as crowded as this.
The black Ford moved out of the parking area and sped away. He waited impatiently before the car was nowhere in sight before he clamber inside his car and turned the engine on.
He must be extremely careful this time because if not his chance would slip away. Five minutes later, he was safely driving into the cold, dark night, tailing the black Ford within considerable distance.
âPatience⦠I need more patience.â He said the mantra inside his head over and over again while he drove.
Just when he thought Vince Greyson would continue to drive forever he pulled into a stop into front of an old but large house with high gates.
He slowed down when the car passed in front of the gates in time to see Vince Greyson clamber out of his car and enter through the partially opened gates. Before the gates close, Lucas Nicholas caught sight of three armed men menacingly guarding the gates, like the three headed dog, Cerberus guards the underworld.
The car pulled into a stop on the safe distance. He didnât climb out of the car immediately. Instead, he stayed there and wonder how could he slip inside the heavy guarderd entrance.
The house was large but rather old looking but there are three armed men guarding the entrance as if theyâre watching over a very important thing. And he got extremely curious to discover whatâs is hidden inside those walls.
He knew penetrating those high walls would be so dangerous and yet, like a moth drawn to a fire, he felt his blood run hot with excitement. The knowledge that it was perilous to even pass through the gates heightened his excitement. His heart jittered and his pulse rate quickened. A little bit of fear combined with a sense of thrill kept his blood pumping. He shall get inside the house at any cost.
It was timeâ¦. After glancing on his phone and making sure it was silent, he crept into the darkness. The house house looked sinister up close as if it hadnât been repaired for years. The gates were wrapped in rusts and the house peeled with paint. Overall, the house looked as if it badly needed repairs.
So the owner could afford to pay a dozen guards but he couldnât even afford to spend money on minor repairs. âHow strange,â he mumble while his curious eyes surveyed the area.
âHow was I supposed to enter? Think Lucas! Think!â There must be some way.â He thought as he stood behind a tree and observed his surroundings.
That moment, he was so deep in his thoughts when a car pulled into a stop in front of the gates. A man wearing a white coat emerged from the car.
A deep frown emerged on Luca Nicholasâs forehead. Why would Vince summon a doctor at this hour? Itâs extremely strange. Well⦠unless the matter is very urgent.
The man in white coat pulled a black duffel back on the driverâs seat before he closed the car door. He placed the bag on the ground and fished the phone inside his pocket.
While he was busy talking on the phone, Lucas Nicholas realized itâs the perfect timing he was lookin for. He took a deep long breath before he walked towards the man.