Chapter Twenty Nine
14:09 Bright stepped out of the drugstore with a small nylon bag containing the drugs he bought to curb the headache that was starting to brew. He surveyed the vicinity through the thick black sunglasses. Blackhawk would surely want him dead by now and he knew that soon enough, he would unleash somebody to come after him, but he had no idea who it was going to be. His headache was probably because of the lack of sleep and rest, and he knew that there would be no rest for him till he did his job. Find the girl. He looked over his shoulder before crossing the road to his BMW i8. If someone was tailing him and he wasn’t dead already, it meant Blackhawk was giving him some time to prove his usefulness which seldom happened. And by seldom, he meant never. He used a sweaty palm to wipe the tric
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