295. Rest in peace

In a corner of the world...

An old man with a cane, rocking black shoes, making his way to his suite. Three men decked out in black were trailing him, looking like his bodyguards. The old man had worry lines on his forehead like he was dodging someone.

Once he punched in his finger password, the door swung open.

"You guys scram. Let me relax, and secure this floor. Nobody gets in," he mumbled, sounding all mixed up. He strolled into the suite, and the three men left. He flicked on the lights, ditched his warm coat, and headed straight for the phone. He punched in a number and slapped the receiver to his ear.

"Hey... Neel? You there? Listen up. I think Yohan tracked me down. Saw his car tailing mine. Yeah, even in this city. He's close. No, I can't trust him. He's dangerous. No, you stay there. Don't even think about leaving the island. It is the safest place we have. I'll wrap up my stuff and head back soon. Alright, alright. I got it."

After chatting with his biological son, Neel