Chapter Forty Six

The sound of his phone ringing snapped him out of his train of thoughts. He was going to switch off the phone in annoyance but when he saw the I.D, he dragged the green button and placed it on his ear.

“Hello?” he finally broke the thirty minute serenity in his office.

“Mr. Johnson,” his private investigator said. “I’ve concluded my probe on Simon Tunes.”

So soon? The man did say this investigation was going to take quite a while. And although eight days was quite a while, he’d expected a couple of weeks and a few more days. “Okay, go on?” he leaned into his desk.

“This isn’t something I can explain over the phone Mr. Johnson. I suggest we meet at the café close to your agency,” he replied in a rather commanding tone which made Robert tsk but agreed anyway.

Soon enough, he was in front of the café to see Brumes sitting outside with a brown envelope in hand and the mediu