Chapter 178: Instinct (1/2)

The bar was dimly lit. It was on the outskirts of town, and very few people ever visited it. Armando had been frequenting this bar since he had come to the city. He went there every evening and stayed there until the bar closed down.

I squinted as I tried to locate the man. There were a few people ordering drinks.

Before I could spot the man, I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I reigned in my instincts but prepared my body to react if needed. My back stiffened slightly as I turned around.

Anthony Murray, it seemed, had no plans on leaving me alone. I had the urge to shoo him away, or maybe roll my eyes at him, but the seriousness of the situation stopped me from acting foolishly. I didn't want to create a scene. Today was the day that I had to take out Francis. He would be leaving in two days and I would become obvious if the CCTV cameras caught me snooping around on consecutive nights.

”Mr. Murray, is there something you want from me?” I kept my voice professional and free from any anger.

”I wish to speak to you privately,” he told me in a low voice as if anyone would be interested to hear what he had to say to me.

”I don't think there is any need for this conversation.”

”And why not?” he challenged, moving closer to me. ”I've waited two years for this,” he hissed. I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to gauge the truth behind his words. He seemed honest enough, but I knew better than to trust him.

In the end, I had taken a huge step to show him how very vulnerable he was by blowing up his information system. There was a high chance that he was looking for revenge, or that he still had some use for me.

”Mia Vincent is dead, Mr. Murray. You took care of that, didn't you?” I replied calmly. He didn't even deserve my anger. I would not slip again and show him how much he had affected me.

”And that is the reason why you need to listen to me, dammit.”

”I am on an important mission, Mr. Murray, and let me assure you: I take my job seriously. I would rather not mix any private feelings in it.” My voice sounded hollow. His eyes darkened as he brushed his fingers against my arm.

”Is that so, Mia?” A shiver ran up my spine. I hid it by glaring at him. ”Was I only that to you? A bloodied project?” he inquired, betrayal clear in his voice.