“Got it,” she said, about to end the call.
Then Yosef added, “You know, Miss Moore, you could try calling Mr. Mitchell directly. If he’s able to, he’ll surely answer.”
But Hannah was unaware of Bryson’s current situation in Newfort. It wasn’t the right time to call him.
“Thanks for the advice.”
After she ended the phone call, Hannah drew back the bedroom curtains and peered downstairs for a bit.
Just as she was about to close them, she noticed two sneaky figures below.
They looked vaguely familiar to her, and she squinted, trying to place them.
Dressed in black athletic wear, complete with a cap and a face mask, Hannah quietly opened her bedroom door.
The living room was dark, and Grace was silently in her own room.
Moving on tiptoes, Hannah slipped out of the door. At the apartment complex’s gate, she concealed herself behind the wall, perfectly positioned to see outside without being seen.
The two figures she had seen earlier were now dragging someone, moving away into the distance.
Hannah decided to follow them.
They dragged the man to a secluded spot behind a building, out of the security camera’s view, and pinned him against a wall.
“You have been lurking around for quite a while. Looks like you’re finally making a move?” Keith, clad in a suit, snapped in a low voice, forcefully holding the man against the wall.
He looked stern, a stark contrast to the friendly demeanor he showed around Hannah.
“You’ve been tailing the lady, found her place, and figured out how to deal with the surveillance. Impressive. Now talk.
Who sent you? What do you want?”
The captive man stayed silent, lips sealed, clearly not planning to divulge anything.
“I get it, tough guys like you would rather die than spill,” Trent chimed in, toying with his lighter.
“But let’s cut to the chase.
We’re all here for the cash. I don’t want any trouble. How much did they pay you? Tell us, and we’ll double it. We’re not asking you to turn on your boss. We just want to know who they are.”
But still, the man said nothing.
Keith was running out of patience. He swiftly moved to disable the man’s arm.
“Ah! You…” the man started, but his groan was cut short.
Trent, with a nod, said, “You’re a tough one. Clearly, you’re in this for the cash and power. You wouldn’t really die for your boss, right?”
Hannah recognized the two figures in the dim light as members of the Compton family.
She frowned in thought. Just two days earlier, she had felt someone tailing her. Now, she realized it was this man, now overpowered by Keith and Trent.
Her plan had been to use him to uncover his backer before leaving town, but these two had beaten her to it.
“Why don’t you just tell us?” Trent demanded, bringing a Lighter’s flame near the man’s face.
“You know it’s illegal to tail us. How about we take a trip to the police station?”
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The mention of “police station” sent the man into a frenzied struggle.
Keith, unbothered, pressed him further.
“Looks like you’ve had run-ins with the police before? We’re short on patience. Talk in three seconds, or we’re calling them.”
He started counting down.
“3… 2…”
Suddenly, the man blurted out, “Enchantment Casino!”
Keith and Trent exchanged looks, unfamiliar with the name.
“What’s this Enchantment Casino?” Keith asked.
But it wasn’t the pinned man who answered. Hannah, stepping out from behind the wall, filled them in, “It’s a hotspot for gangs in Muvrand, aiming to dominate the illegal trades nearby.”
Surprised to see Hannah, Keith and Trent turned to her.
She remained cool and collected.
“Let him go. He’s no use to us. You won’t get anything more out of him.”