Chapter 210: Puzzle Skin XIII
7 Eastbourne Rd
"Ah, they are waiting for a match," he said and Anna nodded in response. "We learned that Mr Murdoch is AB-, which is only .06 % of the population."
"That’s good news for us, we only need--" the slicked blond started then paused when he noticed his older sibling pulling out a flash drive from between her bosom. He took it from her manicured hand and made his way towards his computer, while the woman took it as her cue to stand. She knew he would be busy narrowing down the list of people known to have such blood in the country. However, they both knew the great possibility of the syndicate not just getting their supply’ from homeless people in the streets. No, they could be importing them, smuggling from other nations.
"I’ll take my leave." the platinum blonde said not receiving a reply from him as his focus was now on the file on the computer screen. Her heels clicked against the surface with every step she took, she showed herself out. Closing the door behind her as she left.
It was moments later when she leaned back comfortably inside the vehicle, Ruben sat on the driver seat taking her home. It wasn’t just what she discovered, of course, and as she expected there were a lot of familiar influential names that had started popping during the investigation; from business moguls to politicians, some of which are even connected to the royal family.
Anna sighed, she reckoned that she will be getting wrinkles from both lack of sleep and Stress, from all that. She wondered if maybe she should’ve remained in the real estate business, lived the straight, quiet successful life in the light. She was doing great after all. But she just had to be her brother’s shadow, following behind where he went. What’s worse was he went in places most men would not dream of, and the chaos she knew he could be involved in... ’that reckless attitude of his will get him killed one day,’ she thought to herself.
The so-called ’friends’ he keeps just for the sake of solving a mystery.
Is it a Sense of justice he seeks? Something that was born from the trauma he faced?
No, it wasn’t justice. Justice had never been her younger brother’s concern. It had never been his driving force.
It was Answers.