DOMINIC POV The car comes to a stop in an old warehouse, the stale air and smell of garbage filtering into my nose. I spot my men surrounding a gate that leads to junk yard. “Well? Where is the car?” I ask walking toward them in long strides “Sir we found the truck but,-“ one of the men starts, pushing himself to the side revealing an already smashed car. “What’s this?” I frown looking up at him, irritation my forefront expression He sighs, “sir seems they are three times ahead of us, before we can make any move, it seems they have made the move already,” he says quickly casting his eyes down, his shoulders slouching from exhaustion. I look up at the smashed car, a million things running through my mind, I turn to him calmly, “What about the car plate number?” I say “The owner of the car?” “The woman with the heels? We can still get more information from there” I spin around allowing him to follow me “We are currently tracking down the owner of the car sir, and t
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