New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 182 Catching our target

Matthew and Claire sat side by side in their dimly lit office, surrounded by multiple monitors displaying different parts of London. They were in the middle of hacking into the city's surveillance system to track a person of interest. Claire's fingers flew over the keyboard with practiced ease, her eyes focused on the code streaming across the screen.

"Almost there," Claire murmured, her concentration unbroken. "Just a few more seconds."

Matthew watched her work, impressed by her skill. He knew she had a knack for this kind of thing, often using her abilities to gather crucial information.

"Got it," Claire said, leaning back with a satisfied smile. "We're in."

Matthew nodded. "Nice work. Let's start with the footage from the last internet café."

Claire quickly navigated to the location and pulled up the surveillance footage, rewinding to the timestamp where they had last seen the person wearing the hoodie. They watched as the figure walked out of the café, crossing the street before hailing a cab. "There," Claire said, pointing at the screen. "He left the café at around 10 AM."

They followed the cab through the city streets, the camera feeds switching seamlessly to track its journey. Eventually, the cab stopped outside what appeared to be a bar.

"It's 10:30 AM," Claire noted. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was already 1 PM. "Damn it."

Matthew noticed her frustration. "What's wrong?"

Claire sighed. "If it was still around eleven or twelve, I was thinking we could ambush him. But now it's 1 PM, and I'm not sure if he's still there."

Matthew thought for a moment. "Why don't you check the surveillance to see if he's left the bar?"

Claire nodded, feeling a bit more hopeful. "Good idea."

She rewound the footage and watched intently, scanning for any sign of the person in the hoodie. The minutes ticked by as they fast-forwarded through the recording, their eyes glued to the screen.

As she watched intently, there was no sign of the person leaving the bar. A smirk slowly spread across her face. "Looks like he's still there. We're going on a field trip."

Matthew's eyes lit up with determination. "Great. Let's go then."

recent injury. She winced but pushed through the pain, eager to catch their target. They reached Matthew's car, and Claire slid into the passenger seat while Matthew took the wheel. As Matthew typed the location into the GPS, he glanced over at Claire, who was still keeping

her eyes fixed on the screen. "Yeah, the person hasn't moved.

the parking lot. "Hang tight. We'll be there

onto the main road, the car came to a sudden stop. Traffic was at a standstill, a long line of cars stretching

"Shit!"

"Damn!"

and Matthew cursed

checked the maps on her phone and groaned. "It's bad, Matthew. The traffic is backed up

into the maps app on his phone, his eyes darting back and forth between the screen and the road. Claire glanced over,

shortcut," Matthew replied, his voice tense. "We can't afford

eyebrows, doubt evident on her face. "Do you think we'll make it in time?" Matthew turned

gears, maneuvering the car through the narrow spaces between

her seatbelt tighter. "Don't do

road, following the new route indicated by the GPS. "Relax, Claire. I know what

the same time, she kept her eyes glued to her phone, checking if the person they were tracking had left the bar

to bump into the window. "Ouch!" she exclaimed, rubbing her

with a mix of

"I swear if we didn't make it out alive, I

haunt me if we both don't make it out alive?" Matthew

eyes. "Just drive,

and alleys, expertly avoiding the main congested routes. Matthew glanced over

through a live feed on her phone, shook her head. "Yes, the person hasn't come out yet.

his

picking up speed as it navigated through a narrow alleyway. The

loomed overhead, casting long

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the already tight space feel even

claustrophobic.