Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Andre understood the jargon instantly.

The Dark Web was a shadowy underworld where anonymity was king. Identities were hidden behind layers of secrecy, making it nearly impossible for anyone to track you down, no matter how persistent. This place was a haven for the world's most sinister characters, including hitmen. Freelancers, however, like the guy Andre was talking to, had talent but stayed away from the bloody business of contract killing. They made their dirty money without getting their hands dirty. Betraying an employer here was a surefire way to invite retaliation from unseen forces.

"When did they contact you?" Andre asked.

"After that trending fiasco. No one could find a trace of you online. That night, the Walker family reached out to me privately, offering big money to dig into your family history."

"Do you know a guy named Tom?" Andre pressed further.

The man replied, "Heard of him, never met him. We only connect through secure channels. I've worked with the Walkers before, so they trust me. This time, they wanted me to find Tom here, but the guy's a ghost." A complicated expression crossed Andre's face. He was past the point of keeping secrets. "Take him to the hospital."

"Yes, sir."

Stepping outside, the cold wind began to wash away the stench of smoke and blood from his clothes.

Andre got into his car, handed off the wrap-up tasks to his team, and then detoured to a hotel halfway home.

After taking a shower at the hotel, with his hair still damp, Andre drove back home.

"Where have you been gallivanting, Andre? Getting all cleaned up before coming home, but still in the same clothes?" Jenny, his little spitfire, cradled their chubby baby at the doorway, her tone dripping with mock jealousy. Andre took the baby from her arms. "Had a smoke. Didn't want you or the baby to catch the smell, so I took a detour for a shower."

"And the business from this afternoon?"

"Handled."

"Did you catch the guy?"

"Yes."

"Did he talk?"

"Yes."

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