Elijah Smith stared at the red numbers on the elevator, waiting for it to reach the first floor. He stepped out into the early morning darkness and pulled out his mobile phone, dialing a number.
"What's the matter with you, Young Master Smith? Waking me up at four in the morning."
"Enough with the jokes. I need you to get me a fake ID. I'll send you the details later," Elijah said before hanging up.
Disconnecting the call, he took out a photocopy of an ID card from his bag and sent the information to his contact. He then stood by the roadside, lit a cigarette, and took a couple of slow puffs. Though Isabel Smith had promised to give up seeking revenge, he couldn't help but wonder if Percy Stanton, who loved her so much, would let go so easily.