Now see what you have caused!

“So, who is telling Mr Malvins?” the man asked. The other pair of men that stood beside him instantly scrunched up their faces, not hiding their anxiety and frustration.

“Who is telling me what?” Chase asked as he had suddenly appeared on the staircase. He slowly and carefully walked down the staircase, as if trying not to scuff his brown exquisite craftsman, sleek designer formal shoes. His hand slid into the pocket of his navy blue tuxedo pants. He took his time and walked down to the bottom of the mahogany stairs to his living room.

“Who is telling me what, Adam?” Chase asked.

“We lost her,” Adam said, shrugging. Chase gasped in surprise and asked, “What do you mean you lost her?”

“We watched her leave the mansion, we followed her from a distance. Then suddenly on the highway junction there was a second car that looked exactly like her blue posh car and we just…lost her.”

“Number plate?” Chase boomed, his brows burrowed.

“Sadly we had not captured Miss Valerie’s number plate.” Chase didn’t say another word. He felt too furious to speak. He simply opened the drawer of his wooden, coffee table and pulled out a pistol. To their horror, Chase deliberately fired a shot at Henry, Adam’s fellow thug, right on his left thigh. Henry fell to the ground, screaming. Chase took the gun back to his drawer and rubbed his hands together as if to remove dust or something.

“So, have I now made it more clear how serious this mission is?” Chase asked his face straight, showing no regret over what he had just done.

“Y…ye…ce...certainly,” Adam stammered.

“Good!Because it could cost you your life. Or your leg,” Chase added. His gaze then shifted to Henry who lay on the ground, wiggling in pain as he bled.

“Ugh! Now see what you have caused,” Chase concluded as he moved out of the house, his bodyguard trailing behind him.