“Boss…” He hesitated, then quickly corrected himself.


    “Mr.


    Vargas does have some connections there.


    But they… But they’re not the easiest people to deal with.


    Miss Moore, if you’re nning to meet them alone, it could be quite dangerous.


    It’s a gray area there, not fully under police control.


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    Hannah nodded in understanding.


    She had visited Muvrand before and the memories of that visit were not easily forgotten.


    “Let’s set aside this discussion for now.


    Move on to Hoijery as I instructed.


    I’ll send you an address where someone will be waiting for you.


    ”


    “Okay, thank you, Miss Moore.


    ”


    “You’re wee.


    ”


    After ending the call, Hannah continued driving towards Valmere, sticking to her nned route.


    No one was sure where Bryson had gone.


    However, Franco might have some insight.


    She decided to give it a shot.


    At the same time, Bryson and Maloney had made their way to Muvrand.


    Contrary to Hannah’s worries of themnding in trouble, they were actually enjoying a meal at a local restaurant.


    “When is the guy you mentioned supposed to show up?” Maloney inquired.


    Reclining on the sofa, Maloney Looked out at the stunning view below.


    “I get the feeling you’ve been set up,” he said thoughtfully.


    Bryson sipped his coffee and nced at his phone.


    “Just be patient.


    ”


    “Patient? We’ve been here over two hours.


    Who are you waiting for that’s worth this wait?” Maloney pressed, his tone a mix of curiosity and annoyance.


    No sooner had Maloney spoken than a voice neared them.


    “I apologize for my tardiness.


    It seems someone has run out of patience.


    ”


    The owner of the clear, confident voice appeared every bit the business professional as he approached them with a congenial smile.


    He sat down right beside Bryson.


    “Sorry I’mte.


    Got held up with a business deal.


    I appreciate your patience.


    Dinner’s on me to make up for it.


    ”


    If Hannah were here, she would be surprised to recognize the neer as someone she knew.


    Maloney noticed arge, brownish-red stain on the cuff of the man’s suit.


    “Your cuff is dirty,” he pointed out.


    The man lifted his arm to inspect it and responded with nonchnce, “I’m sorry about that.


    I rushed over and didn’t have time to change before I arrived.


    It’s a bit embarrassing.


    ” The man grabbed a damp tissue from the table and began wiping his sleeve.


    The stain faded somewhat with the moisture.


    Upon closer inspection, Maloney realized it wasn’t just a stain.


    It was blood!


    He felt a surge of rm.


    However, the man seemed oblivious to the true nature of the mark.