Chapter 133: Tracking the Blood Agent

In the back seat, Walter said nothing, but a troubled expression etched into his features. Am I partly responsible? the guilt must have whispered. He never suspected that fulfilling a contract for Mann's staff could be fueling a grand deception.

Eventually, the SUV rounded a corner, merging onto a broader avenue lined with tall, stately buildings.

Lights flickered from a row of shops, some still open for the night crowd. Up ahead, the silhouette of a steel-and-glass high-rise emerged—Walter Murphy's family estate likely perched on the upper floors.

"We're almost there," Walter murmured. He rummaged anxiously in his pockets for the digital keycard to his suite. "All my data is stored in a private safe. I'll show you everything."