Chapter Forty eight

Natasha's POV

"How did it go?"

Olivia asked two hours later as soon as we were back in our room.

"For the first time? Good. I think I might have just found out who supplies the hotel cocaine."

"That's great but what use is that information to us?" Olivia asked as she settles into her bed.

"You are joking." I gave her a blank stare.

"Not really, we are looking for H not some coke guy." Olivia gestured at the door.

"And you don't think the Coke guy can be directly connected to H?" I asked, wondering why she was so slow sometimes.

"Or even H himself?"

"Oh."

I let out a sigh and settled into my own bed.

The evening had been eventful. Turned out Maria and her crew were smarter than I thought and like I had suspected, they all knew more than what they were letting on.

I had picked up a few things from their conversations. The fact that I knew who supplied flour to the hotel instantly made me realize he was probably part of the Mafia. Most of the flour bags were almost always cocaine, Oliv