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The Devil Is Back

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What is The Devil Is Back

Leia o romance The Devil Is Back escrito pelo autor Elle_Rossette publicado no WebNovel. Working as a lawyer and being one of the best gun traffickers out there, Kenneth not knowing how to control the situation, would he be thrown to jail? Would he get caught?--------"Could James know abo...

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Working as a lawyer and being one of the best gun traffickers out there, Kenneth not knowing how to control the situation, would he be thrown to jail? Would he get caught? -------- "Could James know about Nathan?" A question that has been rattling around Kenneth's head. Not sure what to do Kenneth called Nero to meet him at his first warehouse where he keeps most of their gun supply. But of course Kenneth can't risk James following him so whenever they have to meet up at one of Kenneth's warehouses they meet at his second one, which has a lot of boxes, but nothing in them. "Meet at the first warehouse down at Farmstead Street." Kenneth texted, grabbed his coat and made his way to the parking lot. He arrived at the warehouse and hoped that no one followed him. But then again at the back of his mind he knew James would've followed him. The warehouse had the same lighting as the other one last night. "Has James checked the firearms?" Kenneth said calmly, as he placed his bag on top of one of the boxes. "He did and there were no missing firearms." Kenneth just thought for a bit like he was expecting something, then- CRASH! The front entrance smashed down by the SWAT team. "Kenneth Presley, you're under arrest for possession of illegal firearms." James said from outside the warehouse with a megaphone, as Kenneth expected James would follow him. "Do you have any proof of me having this alleged illegal firearm?" Kenneth asked the police officers politely. "So be it! Search the place! I bet you'll find loads of firearms!" James shouted on the megaphone from outside. -------- "Right. Going back to the matter at hand, where did you find the idiot George?" Kenneth said keeping himself together, shrugging off what just happened. "Just down the block." George responded quite firmly. "We can't just go and confront the guy, because it's obvious that he moves quickly. And if we're sure that it's Nathan-" Kenneth then showed some printed pictures of places where Nathan could be found. "Then what am I supposed to do?!" Margot said quite sarcastically. "You, get to torture and get information on James." Keneth said facing Margot. "When?! I have to go grab my knives an-" "When we have enough information on him." Kenneth said, cutting off Margot. "Boo, no fun." Margot said apathetically. "We know that Nathan is really smart. So he could just be paying the home owners to stay at theirs for just a day or two." Kenneth said, trying to somehow grab information on how they would get to Nathan. "We could actually try to hire someone to disguise as one of James' followers? If I may say?" George added. "Followers my ass." Kenneth said laughing to himself. "We could try and look for the places he delivered some firearms?" Margot suggested. Then something popped up in Kenneth's head. "You found James down the street right?" Kenneth asked, pointing at George. "Uh, yeah?" George said, confused. "2 years before the raid, he did deliver firearms on this street," "Can I just kill the idiot now?" Margot whined, cutting off Kenneth. "He delivered it to a guy named Joshua Mercia." Then he threw a photo of the guy to George. "Do you know where he could be?" George asked.

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