Chapter 312: Finding Morgan II

Ewan thought about Athena’s statement while his eyes scanned through the sitting room for the hundredth time.

Could the gang be behind this? The motive was there; yes, they would want to thwart his efforts since they couldn’t kill him, but how could they have known that he was here for Morgan? How would they even cooperate with Morgan?

Morgan’s gang was also a rival gang and was currently the most sought-after gang, even by other gangs, because of their cruel involvement in the Grey disease.

So, no, Philemon wouldn’t hide Morgan; he would rather kill the brute or hand him over to Ewan.

Hence, he negated Athena’s statement.

"The gang doesn’t know our reason for coming... didn’t know I was working with you... or maybe..." Ewan shook his head, picking up his phone. There was no time for guesswork. It was time to dial in Spider.

"Spider, we can’t find Morgan here." Ewan knew better than to ask Spider if he had gotten the right coordinates; the last time he had done that, during the search for Zack, the outcome hadn’t been funny.

"Then it means someone snitched on us. Do you know anyway this could have been possible..." Spider’s smooth voice echoed through the phone, which Ewan had put on loudspeaker, leaving Athena to deal with how familiar the voice sounded.

Frustration threatened to boil over when she tried to remember again and failed. Where had she heard this smooth voice?

She was so engrossed in her questioning that she didn’t notice that Ewan had finished the call until he called her attention.

"He said we should give him a few minutes to locate the evil stench again..."

Athena nodded and made her way to one of the one-seat sofas in the sitting room. The entrance was still open. Ewan sat in the opposite chair, his eyes still scanning the room.

"You think there’s something to see in this room?" Athena finally asked, noting his eye movements.

"You never can tell... and it doesn’t hurt to check one more time. The eyes aren’t complaining..."

Athena chuckled, marveling at the statement. It was the exact phrasing the Boss from the CIA usually used whenever he wanted them to do a recheck of a premises.

It never hurt the eyes to keep checking.

She joined Ewan in the search; it helped pass the time while they waited. But a few seconds in, her eyes decided that watching Ewan was a better duty.

peruse his features in the broad light of the sitting room, with the sun rays bearing down mightily on the house, through

soft beard—that usually heightened her pleasure whenever he was pleasing her body those years

sheer intensity, especially

Athena swallowed hard.

to join you

raspy, a soft caress around every nerve

his

urge to squish her thighs together—doing

with all desperation, she inhaled deeply and stood to her feet, walking straight to the other end of

her path to the closed window. He knew why she had walked away and felt happy that she was affected by him, yet was

he had shared with

decided, damning the fact that

as he got to his feet, Athena beckoned

over to meet her, finding her

sitting, even as newcomers in the house, they hadn’t seen this door because,

a small extension of

there? Do you think there’s a secret stairway leading to an underground vault?" Athena asked, raising the

Let’s check," Ewan replied, his earlier emotions shifting to the

he covered the distance and turned the knob, pleased that it wasn’t locked. The door

lived here must be

instead assessing what they had

on the walls, others on boards nailed to the wall. There were pistols, AK-47s,

wooden boxes wedged between some of the guns were any indication. This

and snap pictures of the place before sending them to whomever was on the other end. He then approached the long table in the center, which had

cupboards where he could find

but there were

and left these guns here?

wondering about the creepy feeling assailing

to the last cupboard and

he caught the company label on its

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