New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 162

Chapter 162 The tattoo guy

Claire and Matthew stood in front of a tattoo shop, the neon sign flickering against the darkening sky. Claire had told Matthew about the wings tattoo on the man, and she had an idea to visit tattoo shops in hopes of finding this person. There were many shops in the area, but Claire hoped they might get lucky.

"Are you ready for this?" Matthew asked, adjusting his cap as part of their disguise.

Claire nodded, tugging the brim of her own hat lower over her eyes. "We don't have much to go on, but it's worth a try."

With that, they stepped inside the shop. The air was thick with the smell of smoke, maybe even weed, making Claire wrinkle her nose. They approached the front desk where a woman with tattooed hands and facial piercings sat, looking thoroughly uninterested in her job. "Hello," Claire greeted politely, trying to mask her discomfort. "I was wondering if I could ask you a question."

The woman glanced up, her expression bored. "Yeah, sure," she replied in a monotone voice.

Claire pulled out a picture of the wings tattoo on the man's neck that she had printed out. "Do you recognize this tattoo? We're trying to find the person who has

it."

The woman glanced at the picture and shrugged. "A lot of people have that tattoo," she said dismissively.

Claire exchanged a look with Matthew before leaning in slightly. "Could we take a look at your customer book? It's really important."

The woman sighed, clearly annoyed, but slid the book across the counter. "Make it quick," she said, rolling her eyes.

Claire nodded. "Thank you. We'll be fast."

Claire and Matthew quickly flipped through the pages of the customer book, jotting down names and dates. Matthew glanced at Claire, whispering, "What's the plan?"

Claire didn't look up from the book. "We take pictures of each guest's name and visit date. We can identify them later."

of the relevant entries. Once they were done, they handed the book back to the woman and left the shop, breathing a sigh of relief as they

in the car, Claire immediately pulled out her laptop and started working from the passenger seat while Matthew drove. She typed furiously, cross-referencing the names

a frustrated sigh. "None of these people have the wings

focusing back on the road. "So, what do we

her lip, thinking. "We move to another store.

"Alright, let's

The process was similar: disguises on, a quick entry, and a polite but determined request to look at the customer records. Each time, they repeated the same steps: taking pictures of the names and dates, then

shop, Matthew turned to Claire. "This is exhausting. Do you really think

their efforts. "I don't know, but it's

round

getting late. How many more shops do you

more. Let's try one more and

the night. This one was quieter, with a lone artist working

artist studied it for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "I've seen this tattoo before," he said

heart skipped a beat. "Do

was a guy

look with Matthew. "Do you

personal info. But I can tell you

smiled gratefully. "Thank you.

shop, Claire felt a surge of optimism. "We might finally have

like our persistence paid

visit the shop. Matt, I need you

"Roger that, Claire."

we will just

that he was heading to the tattoo shop. Without wasting a moment, Claire relayed the information to