Brinda
“Vince Khumalo is fifty-six years old. He is an assistant to Purab Chaturvedi whom we've killed. He lives in Seattle with his family. Two girls and his wife, of course. He hails from South Africa and he owns Khumalo Enterprises.” I read out the result from the laptop's screen as I and Francesco both had our gazes fixed on the man's profile.
Hacking into different systems to get into his real profile was quite stressful but thanks to my knowledge and skills, I overcame that.
For Francesco to have asked me to look into Vince's profile, it could only mean one thing — he wants him dead and nothing more.
“Why are we looking into his profile?” I asked, breaking the silence.
Francesco heaved a sigh and sank his back into the sofa. He stretched his legs on the table, almost knocki
