He was here to talk about where the employer was staying. “I’ve sent someone to check the houses in the
neighborhood. They’ll find the place they used to monitor you guys.”
John sat on the sofa. “Take a seat. You can take it slow, Zack. It’s fine.”
Zack sat down and took out a name list from his pocket. “This is from Husky. Take a look. According to him, this is
the only info he can get now.” John skimmed through the list and smiled.
Zack smiled too. “Someone familiar is on the list.” It was the same name Roselia told them. She said this person
had been working in the shadow bank for a long while now.
John stared at the name for a while. “See if you can get anything from this one.”
“Noted.” Zack then talked about the company’s affairs.
Nothing much happened there, for John had made his stance clear that he was only working with the Baileys, and
they were talking about their companies’ future.
A short while later, Zack’s phone rang. His subordinate asked him to go over, for they had found something out.
“Alright.” He hung up and looked at John. “They found something.”
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John looked up at him. “That’s fast.” Then, he went to tell Ms. Cannon that he was going out before leaving with
Zack.
They went to another housing area in the neighborhood, which wasn’t too far away. The people who were waiting
for them quickly said, “It’s here. We went around to ask, and they said someone rented a house with an exorbitant
price, but nobody ever stayed there. Only a few people were here to move in something in the beginning, then
nobody showed up ever again. The neighbors are concerned about their safety, and they told us the movers looked
suspicious. They’re worried some crime syndicate might take root here, so when we came to ask, they quickly
pointed us in this direction.” The subordinate led Zack and John to the unit. “We called the property manager and
said someone’s peeping on us and took photos without permission. He called the landlord, but the landlord said the
tenant’s unreachable. Worried something might happen, the property manager opened the door for us, and there’s
a lot of things inside.”
They came to the house after the subordinate was done explaining. The door was open, and the property manager
was inside. It was an empty house, devoid of any furniture. Zack and John were led to a room, and in there, they
saw a tripod propped up against the window. There was a camcorder on it and a camera beside it. Of course, there
was also a small table with a laptop on it.
John smiled. “So the camera installed on my door must have sent the footage to this laptop.”
Zack went up to tinker with the laptop and found out the footage; Sophia, John, and even Matilda were in it. There
was a lot of footage, but all of them were just about their daily lives. “I’ve called the police,” the property manager
said. “They’ll come in a while.”
John didn’t care. “Sure. If the cops are involved, they’d lay low for a while.” There wasn’t anyone here for them to
capture, and there was no point in taking the things here back with him. Thus, John thought it was best to leave it to
the police. They were decent, so they could find out things that he couldn’t.
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