#Chapter 102 Lost and Found
Apparently, one of Andrew’s connections happened to be the city’s greatest private investigator, retired police detective Anthony Jones. In a couple of weeks, he managed to track down the accountant’s—John Brown’s—current location and some key information that I could leverage against him. One piece in particular surprised me, but it was also my best bet at getting Mr. Brown to side with me.
On my day off, I drove four hours south of the city to Mr. Brown’s secluded estate. It was a modest mid-century ranch house on a sprawling 700-acre plot of land. It didn’t seem to host any animals or crops, so I supposed that the acreage was only to secure his privacy.
I stopped the car as I approached the gate and the rudimentary buzzer system. I pressed the button beneath the speaker and waited for what felt like an eternity before someone answered.
“Yes? What do you want?” a male voice answered.
“I’m here to see Mr. John Brown,” I responded.
“And who are you?”
“My name is Crystal Bla

คลิกเพื่อคัดลอกลิงก์
ดาวน์โหลดแอป Webfic เพื่อปลดล็อกเนื้อหาที่น่าสนใจเพิ่มเติม
เปิดกล้องโทรศัพท์เพื่อสแกน หรือคัดลอกลิงก์แล้วเปิดในเบราว์เซอร์ของคุณ
เปิดกล้องโทรศัพท์เพื่อสแกน หรือคัดลอกลิงก์แล้วเปิดในเบราว์เซอร์ของคุณ