Chapter 97 - Eighty-Two
ERWIN
I think even the president of the state’s house isn’t as guarded as it is. It’s almost like there is a state secret hidden inside here.
"Listen carefully, you two." John’s serious voice pours through, "There are cameras everywhere in the house." He pauses and I can tell there is a smirk forming on his face, "There are two rooms where there is no camera. One is seemingly the mob boss’s bedroom and the other is the one that we are looking for."
"Or, the mob boss’s bedroom is the one that we are looking for and the other is the locker room?" I add. Ruth and I are entering the house through a window that I managed to unlock.
"Maybe." He agrees, "Nonetheless, we need to check out both rooms. We don’t want to miss anything."
Ruth and I are currently standing in the middle of a spacious living space. There is a touch of money everywhere. But the house is eerily cold and lifeless.
"Don’t any people live here?" Ruth spits out as he checks out his environment, squinting. "Why this place is like this?"
"The mob boss killed his wife years ago and he is out now. He doesn’t have any children either." John informs sternly.
"It explains this." Ruth shrugs.
I scan the room like an eagle and then ask, "What is the output here?"
"I have disabled the cameras for five minutes, to be exact," John informs, that there is a clicking sound in the background. "But I can’t give you assurance about guards. And here comes one."