“No. Actually, I know a lot about you. But I would really like to know more about your brother,” I came straight to the point and direct the conversation towards my main reason for staying beside him.
“What you want to know about him?” He asked and elevated his eyebrows in askance.
“According to you, your brother is managing the illegal business of human trafficking. Do you know where the head office os situated?” Despite the hesitancy I had, I asked while scratching at the back of my neck.
“It’s in London,” he answered my query as if he doesn’t know what I meant.
“I mean... I know he is at London. But where exactly? I mean you know the exact location?” The words left out of my mouth with great difficulty, not because I had inability of speaking but because of the reluctance I had.
