Chapter 145 Did you or did you not?
“What mr you doing?”
Matthew walked into Claire’s office and noticed her engrossed in something on her computer, Curious, he moved behind her desk to pri a better look. “Are you hacking their surveillance cameras?” he asked, his tone a mix of astonishment and concem. Claire nodded, her fingers flying over the beyboard. “Vep,” she replied nonchalantly I am instant, she had access to the surveillance feed.
Matthew’s eyes widened. “You know this is illegal, tight? If someone flods evt, we’r In seilous trouble.”
Claire turned to him with a cheekygth. “Then don’t let anyone find out,” she said with a wink, twming back to her screen,
As the video played, she fast-forwarded through the footage mill she found the tight timestamp. “Look, that’s the person who delivered my food,” she said, pointing at the screen.
Matthew leaned forward, squinting his eyes at the gray footage. “I can’t see his face. He’s wearing acap,” he noted.
Claire sighed, trying to zoom in on the tigue. “Let’s see if we can get a clearer view,” the muttered. The person’s mask and cap made identification difficult, but she didn’t give up. She zoomed in on the uniform’s name tag, her eyes narrowing Inconcentration. Matthew watched her, impressed by her determination. “Do you think the person is one of the employees, or!
, or were they paid to do this?”
Claire didn’t look away from the screen, hectocus unwavering.”I don’t know,” she immuted. “But let’s see if we can get a namie.”
As she zoomed in further, the letters on the name tag began to come into focus Claite’s eyes lit up, and she smirked. “Got it,” she said triumphantly. Matthew peered at the screen. “What does it say?”
“Mario,” Claire read aloud. “Mario. It’s name is Mario,” She then scrunched her eyebrow. “Who the hell name their kid Mano? I never met someone whose name is
Matthew frowned. “That’s odd. I think we should go down the sandwich shop to make sure.”
However, Claire shook her head. “No. If we do that, they might’ve been aware of our movement. We need to move steely.” She thought for a second then continue working on her laptop.
Are you trying to find his te?” Claire nodded.
She was searching through the citizen database, trying to find Mario’s file. A few names popped up along with their pictures, but none of them matched the man she and Matthew had seen in the surveillance footage. Frowning, Claite muttered, “None of these pictures match him.”
Matthew, who was pacing behind her, stopped and leaned over her shoulder. “Maybe the name is fake,” he suggested
Claire nodded in agreement. “That’s possible. Let me try something else.” She pulled up the screenshot of Mario from the surveillance footage. “I’ll scan this image and see if we can get a clearer picture.”
She began enhancing the blurry image, the software processing the data and searching for a match in the database. It took quite some time, with various photos showing up, none of which matched Matthew leaned against the desk, watching the screen. “This is taking forever,” he remarked.
Claire didn’t respond, her concentration unwavering Suddenly, a green Label flashed on the scene with the words MATCH FOUND. She quickly clicked on it.
“His real name is Emesto Diaz,” she said, her voice a mix of relief and determination. “Look, bere are all his files, where he lives, when he was born, criminal charges..everything.” Matthew peered at the screen as Claire read aloud. “He’s been in jail three times for shoplifting and stealing cars,” she said, a hint of surprise in her voice. Not as bad as I thought”
She turned to Matthew, “This is the person we need to find.”
Matthew nodded. “Should we move now?” he asked.
Claire thought for a moment, then nodded. “Yes, but we need to be careful. Someone might be watching or every move. It Emesto gets wamed, he could run away just be that Russian guy Guetta hired.” Matthew frowned, thinking. “So, what’s the plan?”
Claire sighed, rubbing her temples. “We need to exit this building without drawing attention. If anyone is monitoring us, we need to make it look like we’re doing something routine.” Matthew then suggest a
rashe stood in front of Claire. “Or we could create a diversion.”
Claire raised her bows intrigued by Matthew suggestion “What’s your plan?”
Eligos’s man stood in the dimly lit room, his sharp gaze sweeping over the other men. “Remember,” he said in a firm and sharp voice, “we need to keep an eye on Claire Peterson. Don’t let her out of your sight.”
The men nodded, their expressions secious. They were seat tered in every place, all targeting the same person. Claire Peterson Suddenly, a voice cracked over the earpiece. “Claire is leaving the building. She’s getting into her car
The leader, a tall men with a steely demeanor, responded immediately. “Eullow her and don’t lose sight of her. Boss’s orders.”
Meanwhile, in a cramped loft that could barely fit one or two people, Emesto was settling in for the evening. He had done his job as ordered and had been paid. Now, he was looking forward to a quiet night. He grabbed a beer and a sandwich, then took a seat on his cognizable couch, its fabric worg and tom
Taking abite of his sandwich, Ernesto laughed at something on the TV. Just then, a knock on the door interupted his moment of peace, causing him to giunble
Chapter 145 Did you did you not?
Reluctantly, he stood up and walked to the door, wondering who could be bothering him at this hour.
As soon as he opened the door, Matthew didn’t waste any time. He punched Emesto in the face, sending him flying backward onto the floor. Claire followed closely behind, stepping into the room and removing her sunglasses with a cold, malicious smile. “Hello, Enesto,” she said, her voice icy,
Blood ran cold in Emesto’s eyes as he stared up at Claire, disbelier etched across his face. “H-how did you manage to get out of their sight?” he stammered, his
voice trembling
Claire raised her eyebrows at the mention of “their.” “What do you mean by that?” she asked, her tone icy.
“I-I don’t know what you mean.” his eyes looked anywhere but Claire’s eyes.
“Fine then. How about this?” Claire pulled out the paper. “Did you put this in mys
y sandwich earlier?”
Emesto tried to sit up, but Matthew pushed him down with his foot, pinning him to the floor. “Don’t move,” Matthew said coldly, his gaze piercing. Ernesto looked terrified, sweat founing on his forehead.
Claire leaned forward slightly, her eyes never leaving Emesto’s face. “I don’t like repeating myself, Emesto, did you or did you not put this paper in my sandwich? she asked, holding up a piece of paper. The paper was a threat, a clear message meant to intimidate her. Emesto shook his head vigorously. “I-1 didn’t! I swear, I didn’t! It wasn’t me!” he exclaimed; his voice shaley.
Claire scoffed in disbelief. She could see right through his lie. “Looks like you like playing games, huh? Okay then,” she warned. “You have two choices. Dead or alive.”
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