Chapter 155

“Assholes!" Kelvin cursed as he sauntered into the house. He went directly to the bar and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

“Fucking assholes," he cursed again. He was panting heavily, after a long day at the police department, he had failed to convince the police that Mark Muller was behind the sudden death of Frank.

Given the situation, it became obvious that Mark must be monitoring his movement, somehow, he managed to find out whatever he did or discussed with anyone. “Maybe he knows about Juliana already, or maybe he doesn't." Kelvin thought.

He paced around the sitting room, thinking of the next move now that Frank was dead. His phone rang, and he glanced at the screen. It was a call from Dead Target.

He sighed and dropped the glass of whiskey on the table gently.

“What?" He said abruptly as he picked up the call.

“I believe you have a mission for me. Let me hear it."

Kelvin exhaled and left his seat with a little worry all over his face.

“I was going to call you, but some