"Olive, can we continue later?" Zane asked, as he tapped the driver's shoulder to stop, his head immediately turning toward the window, phone still pressed to his right ear, while he perused the block of flats outside.
The building looked like the la crème la crème of this low-end neighbourhood—still unimpressive by his standards, but clearly the best this area had to offer.
Bentley had really been running for his life, seeking mediocrity to have picked such a place to live, after having lived in an expensive condo back in their country…
Zane had done his due diligence in research, and the result had only confirmed his assumptions.
Paying the driver, he stepped out of the car and looked around, out of habit, scanning the environment with trained alertness.
