John, after listening to the description, suddenly furrowed his brows as he recalled something, then said uncertainly.
"I might know where that package is."
"You're joking with me, right?"
Jilead instinctively laughed out loud, but he noticed John was very serious.
"No."
John gestured around. "When I escaped the Internet Surveillance pursuit, I hid in an elevator, remember you texted me then?"
"Of course."
"There's a package on top of the elevator, very new, and it's raw material for making hypersensitive nerve drugs."
"Damn, that's the stuff!"
Jilead got excited on the spot.
Outside the window, the sun had begun to rise, sunlight piercing the gray haze, illuminating the two standing in the living room, shivering in the cold breeze.
Jilead tried contacting some gang brothers willing to take the fall, but all the calls went to voicemail, instantly realizing those guys might have already set out.
No contact allowed during a job.
That's the rule within the Black Gold Gang.
