Such A Pity
Nicholas stared at the message as his heart sank. He gripped the phone firmly, thinking this person was one of his enemies. Otherwise, why would they decide to make a deal with him?
He pursed his lips and replied, "Alright."
"Good job. Now, arrive at this address. I'll tell you what to do later."
There was an address of some half-constructed factory on the city's outskirts. He frowned upon seeing this but had no choice but to go.
Thus, he called William and handed him his business here as he drove the car himself to the destination. For safety, he kept a gun with him in his pocket and a knife along with it. His palms were sweaty as he drove.
Should he call the police?
After thinking about it, he shook his head. He knew that this was risky, but did he have another choice?
If his thoughts about the killer were true, then perhaps…. Perhaps even the police wouldn't be able to do anything, and even Abigail would die.