I drove quick;ly to the location where Larry had given me all the while I was carefull to ensure that I was not being followed. It would take a lot to convince Shantel and her father that they are safe and I knew this.

The was not accident as Marvin had said and I knew it was not him that did this. My thought ligered around the Contractor and Uncle Jonah. Something in me keep tellig me this was ot the work of Uncle Jonah because what I know of him that he was icapale of doig such harm.

Who ordered this hit? I felt it was time to call the Contractor because he is the only one that can make multiple hits happen at the same time. Thougb I had killed the top assassins I would ot uder estimate his capacity to carry out multiple assassinations i few days.

I got to the location. It was a motel.A very small one for that matter it was situated out of the town. The night air hung heavy with the weight of uncertainty as I approached the modest motel where Shantel and Mr. Ross had sought refuge.

The dimly lit parking lot cast long shadows, echoing the enigma that surrounded the attempt on their lives.Larry greeted me and told me to sit . I sat opposite Mr. Ross and we waited for shantel.

“I am so sorry, Mr. Ross, please believe me when I say I will find out who did this and do the same to them,” I said.

“I just want our safety back to the United kingdom,’ he said.

‘I am sure we can work that out.” I said.

Larry was just nodding his head following our conversation, I could see that he was tired and he needed rest. Through out this week we had not rested and we looked a litlle bit older than our actual age

As I continued to converse with Mr. Ross trying to ensure him that all is well and there was not other threat if he could leave tonight. The muted glow of the lamp revealed Shantel emerging from the bathroom, her expression a canvas of conflicting emotions. Anger and fear danced in her eyes, creating a turbulent storm beneath the surface.

"Cassie," she uttered, her voice a mix of frustration and desperation. "Have you found out who ordered the hit? Do we know who's after us?"

I hesitated, the weight of the unspoken truth settling in the room. "Not yet, Shantel. It's complicated, and we're working on it. Larry and I are doing everything we can to ensure your safety."

Shantel's frustration boiled over, her words sharp and laced with fear. "I can't live like this, Cassie. I need to know who's behind all of this.You could have seen the blast Cassie it was right infront of us. If my Dad had not stop to talk to someone we could have been a thing of the Past," she said we so much fear.

I approached her, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I understand, Shantel. We're doing our best. Larry is arranging a flight for you and your dad tonight. It's safer if you leave as soon as possible. No one would think you survived and if you survived they would want you to act in fear and wait or hide," Isaid.

“Cassie are you saying we are leaving tonight after all this?’ Shantel asked.

“Yes dear you have to leave tonight,’ I said.

“I think what you are saying makes a lot of sense,’ Mr. Ross said.

The notion of leaving seemed to bring a glimmer of relief to Shantel's eyes. "Thank you, Cassie. I don't know who to trust anymore, but I trust you."

Her words resonated, a testament to the fragile bonds that formed in the crucible of adversity. I nodded, acknowledging the trust she placed in me. "We'll get to the bottom of this, Shantel. You and your dad will be safe."

Larry, ever efficient, had managed to secure a flight for Shantel and Mr. Ross. As we made our way to the airport, the night seemed to blur into a montage of hurried steps and muted conversations. The urgency of the situation weighed heavily on us.

I had asked Larry to ensure that we were not being followed. I was no longer taking things for granted. Some one some where does not want Mr. Ross and Shantel see the breathe of air.

At the airport, the atmosphere was charged with tension. Shantel and Mr. Ross, their faces etched with a mix of gratitude and trepidation, prepared to board the flight. Shantel turned to me, her eyes searching for reassurance.

"Thank you, Cassie," she said, her voice soft but resolute. "I know you're doing everything you can. I trust you. Get that bastard and let me know when you do" Shantel said as they boarded the plane.

I nodded, appreciating the weight of her words. "Stay safe, Shantel. We'll be in touch."

With that, they boarded the flight, disappearing into the night sky, leaving me standing on the tarmac, the echoes of their departure mingling with the hum of distant engines.

Returning to Marvin's office, the gravity of the situation settled in. The attempt on Shantel and Mr. Ross's lives, the looming threat that remained unspoken – it all demanded our attention.

“How are they, doing?’ Asked Marvin with so much concern that I could read guilt in them.

“They are shaken but they woul be all right. Larry is with them and he is ensuring that they are well protected,” I said.

“Thank you Cassie, please let me kmnow if they need anything, I also meant of you need anything too,’ He said.

“As matter of fact I do, You owe the Martinez Gang for their search party and protection. That’s five million dollars.

“That is ridiculous but considering the fact of what we been throught and your impact in ensuring evry one is safe and protected at all times. I will pay Six Million dollars. Said Marvin.

“Marvin there is a matter we need to discus and thank goodness June is here,” Isaid

“What is the matter, I am all ears,” Marvi said.

“This is the secod time a leak is comig from you. I am sure someone is onto you ad if they can infiltrate you electronic means of communicating then we are all in trouble,” I said.

“What do you mean?” Marvin said.

“You were the only I told aout Mr. Ross and her daufgheter leaving today. The other time it as where they were staying, Some has hacked into your devices ad ca actually tell how you operate,” I said.

June, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and curiosity, asked Marvin, "Do you have an assistant who can read your mail? Someone who might have information or access that we're not aware of?"

Marvin, caught off guard, replied, "No, I don't have an assistant like that. My mail is private."

I continued probing for a potential breach, pressed further because I felt Marvi as hasty in his answers like he was avoin=ding to say something. "What about your personal assistant or secretary? Could they have access to your emails?" I asked.

Marvin, racking his brain for answers, suddenly recalled a detail. "Ken. Ken has access to my emails. He's been managing some of my correspondencebefore now," Marvi said.

The revelation hung in the air, a subtle shift in the dynamics of suspicion and intrigue. Cassie, however, held reservations about jumping to conclusions.

"Cassie, do you think it was Ken who ordered the hit?" Marvin asked, a mixture of shock and anger in his voice.

I kew I had to be careful and forever pragmatic, I shook her head. "It's not that simple, Marvin. Ken wouldn't have the resources to orchestrate an attack like this on his own. We need to investigate further before making any accusations." I said.

"Cassie, what do we do now?" June asked, her gaze fixed on the swirling currents of uncertainty.

I was very concerned withwhat Marvin just said, my mind already racing with possibilities, responded,

"We need to dig deeper. Find out who stands to gain from targeting Shantel and her father. It's not just about revenge; there's something more sinister at play." i said.

Marvin, his resolve firm, nodded. "I'll do whatever it takes to get to the bottom of this. We can't let them continue to threaten us."

Reports began to trickle in, confirming that Shantel and Mr. Ross had safely arrived at their destination. The tangible relief in the room was palpable, yet the lingering questions about the attack cast a shadow over our collective consciousness.