Chapter - [ 62 ]

Hunter Storm

"Hunter, why didn't we plan to visit this beautiful state before?" Rochelle, whose has been over excited to join our mission asks as our car passes through far stretched farms and meadows where cattles are grazing, a life opposite of the hectic New York city which never sleeps.

"But I don't understand why Allan choose this place to spend his life. I mean just look at them, They lead a hard life, look at those women and men, they spend their days in these farms." Brandon, who has buried his face in his phone since we got off from the plane says taking a glance out of the window.

"This is the true essence of life, Brand. They're looking happy and more importantly satisfied with their lives." Rochelle replies to her brother whereas I am busy in a mental pep talk.

I am about to meet the man who killed my mother, the assassination who led the attack and roasted my Mom with bullets without any mercy. The vivid picture of her lifeless body laying in the puddle of her own blood