“Emmalyn’s POV”
Opening a map, which showed he was tracking someone. Guessing it was the man he contacted, I decided not to inquire and sat still.
Driving at a medium speed, he pulled the brake near a bar where the one he was tracking stopped.
As we stepped out of the car, a man wearing a black coat appeared. His head was covered in a black cap while a scarf was wrapped around his face.
“He went inside the bar,” the man informed and offered two cowboy hats before pretending he wasn’t with us and marched away from us.
Colsen wore the hat and asked me to do so. Covering his face with a small piece of scarf, he asked me to follow him.
As he began walking, I wore my dark brown sunglasses. Before following his order, I inquired, “I still haven’t seen your identity card.”
Smirking, h
