"Hello, ma'am."The young guy I'd employed recently to work for me discreetly greeted as soon as my car stopped at the spot I'd asked him to meet me.

It was a deserted place that had old, abandoned houses and other buildings. It used to be a residential area from the looks of it but now was like no man's island.

He was already there, waiting for me.

I had just finished from the restaurant and came out to meet him. "Hi, Kazim."

He was a Muslim and a Pakistani. He had come highly recommended. He ...