Last night, Lola hadn't been able to sleep. How could she, when so many thoughts raced through her mind? Instead, she spent her time reading the files Amala had sent — information about the person who could have been the father of her child.
From the files Amala had gathered, the man in question was… a former pimp. At one point, he'd made a living selling women's bodies, but then he had suddenly acquired wealth from an unknown source.
And now, he was living the high life.
Sitting in her car, parked a few blocks away from a condominium building, Lola waited. According to Amala, this was where he currently lived. Thankfully, Amala had also managed to dig up his repetitive daily routine.
Lola tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, her gaze locked on the building's entrance. Her face was dark with focus, her breathing steady but heavy.
Soon, a sports car pulled into the driveway.
