HOTEL ROOSEVELT
Mars King went straight into the Roosevelt hotel's lobby and went up to the private bar as requested by Harrison. Arriving at the pub, Mars instantly looked for Harrison, who gave him the code to sit in one of the hidden corners of the pub.
"Why did you ask me to meet in here?" Mars asked as soon as he sat down
"It is press-free here. Only certain people can get to the pub." Mars nodded understandingly.
"Tell me, why did he get away?" asked Mars later. Harrison poured Mars whiskey and held out his glass.
"All the recordings of those chats can't prove clearly about the shipment of illegal goods. We have instead is raiding an empty warehouse!" Mars shook his head in disbelief.
"How can that be? In the email, he said if it was illegal weapons." Harrison nodded.
"But we didn't find anything." Mars ran a hand through his hair in frustration.