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Sullivan stopped his car in front of the unfenced house. Still seated, he surveyed the environment for securities. There seemed to be no armed guards around. 

He looked into his car's mirror, brushed his hair so it looked good enough, and puffed out some air before leaving the car. 

Jerika Krester; he was determined to bring her down. Hopefully, this visit he was about make would bring him a solution.

Inserting his hands in his trouser pockets, he walked towards the apartment.

Sullivan glanced left and right as he headed for the apartment. The street was enshrouded in darkness and quietness, with only the occasional glimmer from neighboring houses casting a gentle glow. 

He knocked on the marble door and glanced left and right again, awaiting a response. When no response came, he knocked again. It actually baffled him that the old man chose an apartment as small as

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