Chapter 89 Part I – Phase 1: Setting up the Trap

In his condo unit, a young man’s eyes remained glued to the screen as he surfed through the deep web. He clicked around the site for a while before finally landing on the aircraft black market.

“Found you,” he muttered under his breath. He stared at the black private jet, the same model that was confiscated by the government from the Rios’ large hangar of planes.

“What’s that?”

Suddenly asked the woman from beside him. Her voluminous auburn curls bobbed up as she leaned closer to look at the monitor. Fox, surprised, turned the laptop away from her. The woman pouted.

“I’m your girlfriend. Can’t I see what’s keeping you preoccupied?”

“I-It’s work, babe,” he reasoned and moved away.

“This will be done soon, promise.”

The woman fell quiet, understanding how confidential his work should be. The ginger lady knows how dangerous the things he does are. So, she kept quiet and observed as Fox typed away. Honestly, she immediately recognized the dark web and saw him about to buy a jet worth mil