Chapter 66: The Americans

Sarah

“Stop the car!” I order the taxi driver as we arrive at a deserted path.

He steps on the break abruptly, his hands shivering as I step out of the taxi.

I try to search for some dollar notes for him but he speeds off in the shortest notice.

I pocket the pistol and head north. A train station is somewhere close by. Jogging my way down there would take nothing less than thirty minutes.

My phone rings in my pocket as I scan the area.

It's an unknown caller.

I take another quick glance of my surrounding. The distant sound of the taxi engine fades as I runs along. They might have laid ambush on the main streets. This is the shortest and safest path to the train station.

The phone rings again. I take a pause, leaning on the pole of a streetlight to catch my breath.

I pick the call and wait for the caller to speak.

“Do you want a reward or not? I expected to find you at home.”

“Betty?” I question in surprise.

“Yea. We have who we wanted. You deserve a reward.”

“You caught Marco?” I as