Chapter 8 The Death of Me

“Shit!” Thane ran through the wide courtyard of the Evander estate, however quick his long legs could take him. The lush, grassy ground’s friction with his Oxford shoes didn’t help at all. “Come on, Rein. Answer the phone,” he grunted while gripping his phone close to his ear with only ringing sounds getting back at him.

Minutes earlier while strolling on his way towards Rein’s home, a black Rolls Royce Phantom drove past him. He observed the way passersby quickly made way for the car in a mix of aversion and awe. And he knew only the mafia could elicit such a response. Also, it was slow enough for him to make out the passenger of the transport.

Thane scoffed in contempt, “And here they claim that they’re helping people.” The special agent was familiar with how cruel and hypocritical the mafia could get, having a brush with them in the past. But before he could make another snide comment, he realized where the car was going.

“This road only leads up to the Evander mansion.” Thane sp