Chapter Thirty Seven

Sitting in front of his laptop in his room which was partly dark, with only a gasoline lamp that lit the room. He stared at the laptop, fascinated by what he was seeing.

He grabbed a pack of popcorn sitting on the table in front of him, then sat back to chew. He stared at the laptop for a while marvelled at the description of his new assignment.

He had been asked to track a particular lady and keep tabs on her, find out everything about her and everyone connected to her. It was funny to him that two of his clients were paying differently to make use of that same woman.

His job was to work for all of his clients, despite the work demands, as far as it came with a very good pay. That was Lomar, the hitman.

His parents had abandoned, rather, disowned him when he was still a teenager. He joined gangs from quite a tender age and every plea, punishments and torture didn't change him, but made him worse.

As soon as he clocked twenty, he left home to stay with his friends in a