Chapter 42

Julian stared at the vague sketch of a burly man with neon green spiky hair and a nose that looked like it had been broken one too many times, a huge gash marring his bald head.

"This was what she remembered?" he asked, scrunching up his nose.

"Yes, sir," Philip replied. "According to her, there was one time where the blindfold had ridden high on her face, enabling her to see a little bit before she was discovered."

"Hmm, that's fine. Spread this all over, including the black market. I want him found at any cost," Julian ordered, a dark glint fleeting across his features.

Philip trembled slightly, feeling immense sorrow for the guy. When Julian finally finds him, there's no telling what he'll do.

"Sure, sir. I'll do as you've said. Would you like to go out for lunch?" Philip inquired.

"No, just send up some salad."

Philip started to say something but was cut off by Julian's glare. He sighed, "Alright, sir, I'll send some salad up," he said and took his leave.

Julian's mind wandered of