Book I - 45

LUKE

“Rebecca?” I phoned her the next morning. “Please find any properties under the name Raoul Velazquez,” I requested.

“Did you find a lead?”

“He owns a club. Find the name and send it to me asap.”

“Sure. Anything else?”

“Nothing. Thank you, Rebecca.”

“You’re welcome.” I ended the call.

I hadn’t expected that this would become an endless road. I couldn’t afford to get tired. I did not expect that the fucker would be hard to find. I had tracked down people before, even those who were already dead. I was good at it. The next time I speak to Rebecca, I’m expecting to find a precise result. I already came this far. I should not give up.

I had lost track of time. It was already ten-thirty, and I still hadn’t received a message from Scarlet. Was she planning to stay in her apartment? I told her that I would pick her up.

I stared at the files on my desk blankly. Besides having unending things to do at Hotel B, I still had to deal with AT clients tomorrow. I pressed my temples with my two f