Chapter 50 - Sister-in-law (1/2)

Jackson didn't have time to dwell on the question of how Halia defused his bomb - he had to go to the club to meet Remy's henchman.

”I'll take you back to the karaoke bar. Stay there while I go meet with someone.”

”No, I'm going with you,” Halia insisted. ”If I didn't find you this time, what would have happened?”

Jackson looked at Halia. It had almost skipped his mind: how did this woman find him?

Halia was smart, while she was cutting the wire on Jackson's back, she had already retrieved her hair clip and it was back on her head. So, Jackson was clueless.

He simply sighed.

”Besides, how do you expect to walk around with that?” Halia added as she pointed to Jackson's vest.

Although the bomb was defused, Jackson still had the vest strapped to his body and needed Remy's henchman to unlock it.

So, he headed for his car and gestured Halia to follow.

...

Halia and Jackson soon arrived at the club that Halia worked at.

Jackson was wearing a coat on top of the bomb vest and was trying his best to remain discreet.

”There is a French man inside. His name is Pierre Caron. Find him and tell him I'm waiting outside. I'll be under that willow tree,” Jackson said as he pointed to the tree by the river.

Halia looked at the tree. That was where they first officially became friends. She really wanted to treat Jackson as a friend and help him. But, this man was now getting involved with bombs. This was a lot more serious.

Halia nodded her head and headed inside the club.

She had initially thought Jackson was taking her to a serious meeting today, so she was dressed a little less casual than usual. Today, she was wearing a short black dress, covered by a coat and she had knee-high boots on.

As soon as she entered, a few men tried to talk to her and get her attention, but her target was quickly set. It wasn't hard to pick out a foreigner in the club. Plus, she had seen Pierre Caron before.

The man was in the middle of the dancefloor, surrounded by 6 women, who were practically throwing themselves at him. Foreigners were always a spectacle, plus, they usually symbolized money, so these women all had dollar signs in their eyes.