After a couple of hours of reading through the extensive data in the dossiers, James excused himself while Ira and Kirra took a break. He had to meet Noah.
He used his witch senses which directed him to the basement. Noah was sitting on a chair in front of the laptop with his head resting on the table snoring.
The guy must have been so drained with all the roller coaster of the day. James looked at the screen and something caught his eye. Jono was sneaking into the packhouse with a 6 feet something guy with red mottled hair. The guy was well built with square shoulders and looked around in arrogant confidence.
James shook Noah’s shoulder, “Noah! Noah! Wake up. Look, Jono’s here. “
Jono’s name acted as a stimulant and Noah was up with a start, “where?”
“Look,” James pointed at the scr
