Chapter eleven

"where you going?" The old lady asked Jake. "Don't think that car still there... Sold by people."

Jake's eyes widened in surprise. "What?! Why would you let anyone take the car in the first place?" Jake complained. "That was my only lead, and now it's gone."

"What? Don't blame me... How I know that the car be of use?" The old lady asked.

Jake sighed. "If the boss kills me, my blood would be on your f**king hands bitch." Jake said and stumped out angrily.

"Wait fool." She called out. "I know where car is.... The Bulldogs."

Jake's eyes narrowed. "If the Bulldogs got their filthy hands on this car, then it means it's as good as gone. That gang is notorious."

The old lady chuckled. "Well... Seems like you gonna die."

Jake Seether in anger. "Shut the f**k up... I'm not going to die. I'll find that bidder at all costs." He said and stumped off.