Chapter Sixty-Eight

We are here, eventually, my heart won't stop scampering throughout the entire trip. Sam and I make our way into the building which seems like a warehouse of the sort, there are some packaged goods in cartons stacked on the floor by the corner and some men standing and having a chit chat while some are busy arranging and repackaging the unknown goods in the cartons.

It didn't look anything like what I had imagined on my way here, at least there isn't a group of varmints puffing smokes while counting stacks of cash, rather the men here seem to be more engrossed with what they are doing and everything seems legal to me.

" Hey! Excuse me, Sam waves at one of the men standing across the hall as he slowly takes a few steps closer to us with his brows furrow.

" Yeah? " the man motioned tilting his neck backward in a manner that his chin notches at Sam while he munches on his gum.

" Pardon me, please where can we find Mr. Roger?"

" Oh! Do you mean the boss? Follow me, he says