Chapter 52: The Burning Mystery
Zane~
The moment my plane touched down in Paris, the city greeted me with its usual symphony—honking cars, hurried footsteps, and the distant hum of conversations in French. The neon lights of Charles de Gaulle Airport glowed against the night sky as I stepped out of the plane, my black trench coat billowing slightly in the evening breeze. It was exactly 9 p.m.
I had a plan: land, get to my private villa, contact Sebastian’s network, and start tracking Jacob and Natalie’s whereabouts. But things unfolded far more smoothly than I had anticipated.
Just as I reached the airport’s entrance, a sharp-eyed man in a crisp gray suit approached me. He had the air of someone who had seen too much and spoken too little.
"Monsieur Lucky?" His French accent was thick but refined.
I gave him a slow nod, my gaze sharp. "Oui. Vous êtes l’agent de Sebastian?" (Yes. You’re Sebastian’s agent?)
"Oui, monsieur. J’ai tout ce que vous cherchez." (Yes, sir. I have everything you’re looking for.)
He reached into his leather satchel, pulled out a sleek tablet and a neatly organized file, and handed them to me. "Their location, surveillance footage, and all relevant documents. My team has been tracking them since their arrival."
Impressive.
I flipped open the file and skimmed through it. The name "Frankie Desmarais" stood out—the driver who had picked up Jacob and Natalie. The document contained everything: his license plate, personal identification, and even the GPS destination he had driven them to.
I tapped the tablet, bringing up security footage of the airport. There they were—Jacob and Natalie, walking side by side. Each camera captured their movement in crisp detail, it showed when they left the airport and everything in between, leading straight to Jacob’s residence. It was almost too easy to track them.