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Chapter Fourteen - Hunger
Manhattan, NYC
“Seoul? Where the f**k is Seoul?”
Braydon stared at the lackey who rolled his eyes, sighing at Braydon’s ignorance. “South Korea, douche bag. We have intel Lazlo Schuler’s private jet landed at Teterboro this evening. We were able to confirm it took off from Seoul yesterday.”
“And you’re positive India was on that flight?”
The lackey, whose name still eluded Braydon, nodded. “She was spotted getting off the plane by our people.”
“Careless.”
“Not really. Short of being covered by a blanket, which would have given her away anyhow, what could she do? The car had tinted windows. She was taken to Schuler’s apartment. Before you get hopeful, it’s like Fort Knox at that place. Your move, Carter.” He threw another fat wad of money onto the table.
