The trip was short and unfulfilling. The feeling only became stronger and it was becoming hard to ignore as I scaled up the outside of the building. Tapping on the window of the fourteenth floor, I waited for the man to respond. After a minute of waiting and still no response, I decided to let myself in.
The room was dark and hardly furnished. To the left was a small desk with a work terminal. To the right was a bed that looked as if someone had slept in it till recently. There were no other doors in the room except the one leading to the main corridor. From Kevin's report, Ignacio was somewhere in this room.
Approaching the empty bed, my hitman senses tingled. The sheets felt warm to touch as if someone had been sleeping in it till recently. There wasn't time to think when I caught some
