DAMIEN
"Stop here!" I instructed John, and the car came to a rough stop. Hours of driving had brought us to the outskirts of the city. The tracker pinpointed a location at the port.
Whoever had taken the file was in for a surprise.
Stepping out of the car, I approached John's window. The sky was clearing, signaling the dawn of a new day.
"Meet me at the other exit," I said, tapping on his window.
"Understood, sir," John replied crisply.
"Stay hidden. When you hear me say 'abort,' only then do you come out from your hiding place."
John saluted, and I moved forward. Glancing at my watch, the tracker indicated the file was on a boat located on the west side of the port.
Activating the compass app on my watch, I held it out. The red arrow remained steady. Turning towards the boats in t
