"Mr. Sinclair, it's too dangerous for you to go alone. We should call the police," Jay Keane said worriedly.
Aiden Sinclair snatched the case from his hands, tossed it into the front passenger seat, then got into the driver's seat and started the car.
"No police. Have your men follow me. When we get there, I'll go in alone. You all lie in wait nearby and follow my instructions."
Before he'd even finished speaking, the car was already gone.
The car's headlights cut through the deep night as it sped toward the suburbs.
A drive that normally took two hours, Aiden Sinclair made in just one.
Following the instructions, Aiden Sinclair got out of the car with the money and approached a dilapidated warehouse on the coast on foot.
It was late autumn, and the early morning sea breeze was bone-chillingly cold. Aiden Sinclair moved through the darkness, walking briskly toward a distant light.
