LUKE
“Rebecca?” I phoned her the next morning. “Please find any properties under the name Raoul Velazquez,” I requested.
“Did you find a lead?”
“He owns a club. Find the name and send it to me asap.”
“Sure. Anything else?”
“Nothing. Thank you, Rebecca.”
“You’re welcome.” I ended the call.
I hadn’t expected that this would become an endless road. I couldn’t afford to get tired. I did not expect that the fucker would be hard to find. I had tracked down people before, even those who were already dead. I was good at it. The next time I speak to Rebecca, I’m expecting to find a precise result. I already came this far. I should not give up.
I had lost track of time. It was already ten-thirty, and I still hadn’t received a message from Scarlet. Was she planning to stay in her apartment? I
