Chapter 47: Dirty politics

Elvis

“We had him right with us all along and we didn't realize!” I slam my fist on my office desk in my apartment after going through the case file of the late Mr. Joseph.

I got a lead about some drug activities that brought me to America. Thinking that I was about to pounce on another notorious drug Lord enough to earn me fame.

I had intentions of going under cover to carry out more investigation about the mysteriously rich "Mr. Joseph"

And now, he's dead. Not just that, but it happened right before my very eyes.

I remember my co-workers back home. How I had been so sure that I would catch him.

At least I'm so close to rounding off the criminals from Betty. That seems to be my only chance at proving a point and reducing the ridicules awaiting me in Russia. Aside for that, my boss has warned me about another failed attempt.

In his words,

“Your salary for the next one year would be used to make up for the losses if you fail.”

The American police have taken up the case of the deceas