“We will find out,” I said and walked out.

Some minutes later, we arrived at the café. I ordered a latte for myself, and Kyle ordered a cappuccino.

We sat near the corner window where I could get the full view of my surroundings. I pretended to talk to Kyle and look at my phone, time and again, just to let them know I had my guards down. As expected, within five minutes, one of my men texted about the movements of the man in the red car. His name was Tyler. I had met him briefly that ...