My Love Is Stuck With a Tomboy Girl

Chapter 73: Special Part #Street Edge

The sound of the car engine sounded smooth, and stopped right in front of the black jeep car where a group of people were sitting relaxing with a steeping coffee billowing smoke. The front door of the black sports car opened, and one foot with branded shoes came out. The awaited figure walked out of his car without closing the car door.

"Is there any progress?"

"The house was on fire, but there was no trace of his body. Most likely the body has been moved and the scene burned to the ground is not left. All files and final results are sent to your e-mail. That's all we got, but there's something missing" reports the man without a jacket.

"Levin, check this out and send us a report as soon as possible" Zain handed over the box he was carrying.

Levin receives a gift box from Zain out of curiosity. One man in a jacket who saw the gift was looking and sniffing. "You ranting, what's inside something creepy?"

"The tracker, it's your job to track" Levin said.

"Hmmm. Get everything ready by morning, I'll take my family on vacation ahead of schedule. One more thing, find one job at the best school for the twins' private tutor. Let the teacher work somewhere else and a new place to live as well" Zain said.

Levin nodded his head and thrust the gift box into the tracker's hand. Levin's eyes give Zain the code to go with him, both of them heading to the lonely edge of the road. Zain simply followed Levin's steps without asking.

Both are now far away from everyone. Levin took something out of his pants pocket and reached out to Zain. Zain raised one eyebrow and accepted what Levin gave. Like a flash. Like people shaking hands, the two also hugged.

"Some one's watching us. Be careful, for a while let them play." whispered Levin.

Zain did not reply, but understood what his right hand meant. The hug ends and regroups with the others.

"Are you guys gonna stay here?" ask Zain casually.

"King, we don't want to be eating mosquitoes." said the tracker.

Levin just stared coldly, without answering. A mobile phone that feels moving in the pocket of the pants, making Zain shift his focus. As soon as he saw who was contacting, Zain immediately stood up. "Don't be too late, I'll go."

"Where are you going?" ask the tracker.

Plaque!

"Go home, where else. Go king. Careful or in control?" levin.

Dark as the underworld, but not as dark. Reality is very different from what it looks. Who would have thought that a quiet life without shadows would be peaceful? It turns out it's not that easy.~batin Levin.

Levin lets the others finish each other's coffee before leaving the meeting place. Behind the shade of the trees, far from the eyes. Someone was observing the activities by the road, including Zain's meeting with the group.

"Ish, when did they leave anyway! I can't stand it, the mosquitoes are ferocious." murmured the man.

Zain who drove the car alone was more alert, his instincts seemed to be aroused. The car drove at a standard speed and reached the fork, the car took a public road that was more crowded with other vehicles. Relief breathing out, now Zain increase the speed of the vehicle to get home immediately.

Unlike Ery, where the woman was thinking hard which part was wrong and right. At a glance from what he heard, there was one incident that did not go into the calculation. The phone left behind in the cottage, making Ery confused to want to contact his man with what. It is not possible to use a landline phone, at any time it can be tracked and become evidence.

"I'd better wake up early tomorrow morning and pick up my phone from the cabin. Fortunately, I got out of the cottage. Otherwise, it would have been creepy in there with the corpse of the servant.

Everyone has their own tension, Zain who does not want to risk choosing to turn his car into a hotel. Zain's footsteps walked into the lobby towards the reception.

"Can I help you, sir?" ask Receptionist.

"One room VVIP." replied Zain.

"Who is Master, in your name?" ask Receptionist.

"King." replied Zain. thrusting a Black Card.

The eyes of the receptionist glared at the card from Zain, nervously trying to serve Zain as best as possible. "This is Mr. Bougainville's 3rd Floor.''

Zain receives the room key and his card back. Without waiting for long Zain left the reception place towards the elevator. It only took three minutes, now Zain entered the elevator with a woman who had entered first. No greeting or conversation. The elevator opens and Zain rushes out to his room.

Room with elegant silver writing in the shape of a triple number. Zain inserted the key into his hole and opened the door, stepped in and closed the door again. Luxurious and spacious rooms, guaranteed security and soundproofing. One thing Zain was looking for was a computer. After exploring the entire room, he finally found what was his goal. Zain's hand reached into the pocket and took the flash, pairing it to the correct slot.

Zain was busy doing the checks, some files were available. From the name of each file it clearly has an unopened answer, but there is one name that attracts his attention.

"Ghosh Twins File?"