When There Is Nothing Left But Love

The man had a trucker hat on. He deliberately kept his head low when he passed by the reception to evade the surveillance cameras.

Millie had mentioned once during one of our casual exchanges that due to the handsome pay that came with the high-risked nature of their jobs, they had to put their life, blood and sweat on the line or die while they were executing their mission. It became their second nature to keep watching over their own shoulders, even when they were sleeping.

For me, I was just striking a deal with the man. I could not care less how much bloodshed he had caused.

As soon as they took their seats, I cut to the chase. “I want the reports on Ashton’s most recent medical records and his whereabouts right now.”

“But you promised to give him three days’ time to investigate,” Millie reminded me.

“No problem.” The man kept his head low. From where I was sitting, I could only see the lower half of his face. His chin was stubbled, and he looked slightly darker than most native K City citizens. His thin lips were oddly protruding, bearing the ruggedness of the desert people.

“The figures on his health records, his schedule, and the list of persons he has been in contact with are all simple numbers. I can send them to your phone right now. However, I cannot provide you with more detailed information,” the man muttered as he fished out his phone.

Soon, I received a WhatsApp notification. It was a message with an attachment.

file, which

good health” remark at the bottom

sigh of relief at the health report. He’s

easily. Although I held little hope on the leads of his whereabouts, the box highlighted

 was imprinted on the

and forth from K and J Cities in the evenings, to the family home

moved to K City, the family home had remained vacant. Even Uncle Charlie hardly went back there. I

wonder I could not reach him these days. It must have something to do

answer was right in

silence, the man reminded me, “My pay is only to locate Ashton Fuller. If you want to know what happens at the family home,

to me.” Money was not my concern. Moreover, the family home was not a dangerous place, so it made no

a

to call out after him to ask him for more details, but Millie stopped

down in my