65: The Waiting Game

- - - - - TWO MONTHS LATER - - - - -

BLAKE’s POV :

“Thanks for meeting me here,” I said as I rolled down the car’s window.

The black SUV parked right next to me also rolled their window down, revealing Danny’s face, wearing a pair of dark sunglasses. “No problem,” he said.

“You got what I asked?”

“It’s all there,” Danny pulled out a big brown envelope and I quickly swiped it from him before anyone in this parking lot might see.

“What happened to your face?” I narrowed my eyes at him. Underneath his sunglasses, I could see bruises and cuts all over his face.

Danny stifled a laugh and pulled his sunglasses down, revealing the full scale of his wounds. “Underground fighting ring,” he answered. “It’s a fun sport,”

Danny used to work as my family’s personal investigator slash bodyguard. Now that he was in his sixties, he decided to retire his muscles, but we could still use his expertise from time to time. This time was no different. For the past two months, he had been spying and finding