Do you really think Paul will step in and save him?

Chapter 25

"Paul has an illegitimate son named Jason Hardy who is a major drug dealer. All you have to do is check him out, and you can find out where the drugs are coming from."

"No way? We've always suspected Paul of being involved in the arms trade, but why would he be involved in drugs?" I stared at Jacob with disbelief written all over my face.

"Hmph, it takes a lot of money to buy arms, so where would he get the funds from in the first place apart from through the drugs trade?" Jacob then pleaded with me, "Bro, don't tell anyone that I told you, or I will die a horrible death."

"Sure, I promise you I'll not tell a soul." I pretended to zip my mouth closed before continuing, "But maybe Paul doesn't know about Jason's trade. How do you know for sure that this is related to Paul? "

"Jason and I went to the same Uni and we're buddies. He told me this himself. He was complaining that Paul was making him do such a dangerous job but was giving so very little in commission that he couldn't afford to pick up girls and needed me to lend him money," he explained, picking up a bottle of whiskey from the table and pouring us two glasses.

He pushed one of the glasses in front of me and took the other one himself, which he downed in one.

I took a sip of my whiskey and said to him in an earnest tone, "I'll let you off the hook this time, but don't you ever do drugs again! If Zelda knows you're doing this, she won't break up with you, will she?"

On the mention of Zelda, Jacob's assured me, "Don't worry, she won't break up with me easily."

No sooner had he said this than he realized he had said too much, and he explained hurriedly, "She loves me very much, she just couldn't live without me," with an anxious laugh.

"Lucky man!" I smiled.

I left Jacob's apartment with a plan. Following his instructions, I set out to find Jason's apartment the following morning and soon tracked him down to an unassuming apartment on the outskirts of a small town.

After I had followed him for a few days, I had concluded that his life was quite mundane, and that all he ever seemed to do was go to Uni and help his mother manage the family supermarket. His mother, a lady called Natasha, Paul's mistress, ran a large supermarket in the suburbs.

Natasha was in her late thirties and wore her hair in a brown bob. She was immaculately presented and looked quite sexy, from her perfectly applied makeup to her form-fitting outfit that accentuated her ample curves.

She was busy monitoring sales and inventory levels throughout the day and answering customers' questions about the products on the shelves, persuading them to make purchases. She exuded confidence and assertiveness, and was clearly a polished businesswoman.

But I noticed that there was an unusually high flow of traffic in and out of the supermarket's warehouse, especially when Jason and she were there.

Her employees would regularly wait outside for the two of them to personally take in their deliveries; even if the loads were very heavy and large, it was Jason who would drive the fork-lift to transport the goods.

I was convinced that this was where they conducted their illicit trade.

One evening, around 10pm, I watched Natasha and Jason close the supermarket as usual before going to the warehouse.

Perhaps because it was late and quiet, they got careless, and when they entered the warehouse, they didn't close the door behind them; I took my opportunity to slip inside.

The warehouse was huge, and I could hear them talking in the distance, "Someone will pick this stuff up tomorrow morning at 10:30, and we will collect the incoming goods at 2 in the afternoon and put them over here, where I have made this mark." It was Natasha's voice, and it was clear that she was giving Jason her instructions.

I was hiding in among the tall shelves lined with boxes of goods, when suddenly an ear-splitting alarm sounded. Shit, here's trouble! Soon the warehouse's emergency lights had exposed me, and I was trying to escape when Jason rushed over to confront me.

Jason looked surprised to see me and was raging.

"Who are you? I'll kill you!" he bellowed at me, lunging aggressively at me.

Thinking quickly, I pulled some boxes off the shelves and threw them at him to block his way. I continued to run, with Jason hot on my heels, cursing as he pursued me. I was fleeing through the crowded shelves when Natasha appeared from nowhere to block me.

I overturned one of the shelves, creating an avalanche of cartons, but Natasha was quicker and stronger than even me, much stronger than I expected. She had grabbed me and slammed her fist into my face so hard that I was seeing stars.

I knew there was no way out, so I could only fight back. I managed to dodge some blows and counter-attacked. We fought fiercely and after we had struggled for a few moments, I was starting to get the upper edge, but she then grabbed my shirt and pulled me down with her.

As we fell to the ground, I felt a stabbing pain in my shoulder; I turned my head to see a metal pitchfork piercing my shoulder. By now Jason had also rushed over.

I gritted my teeth and extracted the pitchfork from my shoulder, throwing it at like a spear towards Jason with my full force. Jason's screams echoed through the vast warehouse, as his neck had been penetrated by the fork, and blood spurted out from his jugular vein.

Natasha rushed over to her son's aid and to try to help him pull the pitchfork out when she saw his agony, but the slightest movement caused the bleeding to get worse. She held Jason and cried in anguish, momentarily forgetting about my presence.

I noticed that the box containing the garden tools must have broken open and that there were several forks and other implements scattered about the floor. Seizing my chance, I grabbed a shovel and swung it towards Natasha's head. She screamed and fell towards to floor.

Fighting my discomfort, I struggled over to the section of the warehouse where Natasha and Jason had been talking, which turned out to be the frozen goods section.

I opened the door to a massive cold storage container room, and I could scarcely believe my eyes when I discovered that the room was filled with an assortment of guns and ammunition! I couldn't believe my luck in uncovering the evidence.

I pulled out a revolver; on hearing faint noise from behind me, I instinctively turned and fired a shot in the direction of the noise. I turned around to see Natasha on the ground again, this time clutching her wounded stomach and cursing me terribly.

I grinned to myself, that was a close shave! Natasha was pretty tough, I had knocked her out with the shovel, and yet she recovered so quickly.

The two of my targets were now covered in blood, but I knew that being werewolves they would not die so easily.

Jason had been stabbed in a vein and might not live much longer, but as for Natasha, I still wanted to keep her alive to interrogate her. So I hurriedly pushed Jason and her into the cold room and locked the door.

I then called Luke and asked him to arrange for some guards to come over. Before long, a troop of warriors had arrived. They escorted Natasha and Jason to the nearby hospital, while some of Luke's men undertook a thorough search of the warehouse and supermarket.

By dawn, we not only found weapons and large quantities of drugs in the warehouse, but also a secret ledger in the office safe, in which Natasha had meticulously documented the flow of every transfer had been made to Paul's secret offshore account.

I was relieved. I explained to the warriors that I had heard Natasha say that that there would be two more transactions here today; if they would keep the place under surveillance, but keep the supermarket open for business as usual, this would be the best way to catch all the culprits.

I arrived back at the apartment and looked at myself in the mirror. There were cuts and bruises all over my face, and several holes in my shoulder where the pitchfork had injured me had now stopped bleeding, but it was nevertheless excruciatingly painful when I tried to move my shoulder.

I cleaned my wounds before visiting the hospital where Natasha and Jason were staying under guard.

Natasha was lying on her hospital bed looking pale.

When she saw me arrive, she exclaimed angrily, "I won't say anything without access to a lawyer," glared at me, and closed her eyes.

"Of course, that's your prerogative, but your son is not doing at all well, and your attitude will determine whether he can be saved or not. If you want to stall for time, we can stall for time to save him," I told her in a relaxed tone.

"You...!" Natasha was apoplectic with rage.

"Natasha, have you thought this through fully? Paul has several sons and Jason is just a bastard. Do you really think Paul will step in and save him? Think about it, even Emily's still in jail!" I thought I might just have a talent for interrogation and knew how to pull people's strings.

Natasha considered my words for a while before finally replying, "I can tell you what I know, but you have to promise me Jason's safety."

"Of course," I assured her, and called one of Luke's warriors in to take her statement.

With Natasha's statement and the secret ledger, Luke now had the evidence he needed and soon had Paul arrested and in custody.

In the evening, I got a call from Luke, "Gamma Aiden, you did a great job again. His Majesty wants to see you and the warriors who assisted you on the operation tomorrow morning, please meet him at the Palace at 9:00 a.m."