The Evening Hunter [#3]

15|the lady In white

“Boss, is there anything else I can do?” Elizabeth asked after she had handed me the iPad displaying the channel that aired the ongoing event. I waved her off as I focused on the screen and she never hesitated to leave.

I relaxed in the office at my territory after I had prepared a few of my team. I had a bad feeling about the Henry Cassius event. He invited me for a damn reason and that reason kept me in my territory.  

Either he wanted to set up an attack in the territory while I attended the party as he invited, or he had people waiting for my presence at the event. I couldn't understand what his mere bodyguard had to be for us to have this cold war, but for sure, I loved playing dirty.

The video I was following only aired what they wanted us to see on television.  The rich people made their entrance on the red carpet. I could see they prepared a fancy event, one of a kind in the state.

I knew he had another mafia protection, and that's where it all started. For me to kill his guard, he was in the wrong place where I needed to do some cleaning.

Tossing the iPad on the table, I grabbed my laptop to do what I only did when necessary.  I had an inner eye on the event, and though we only communicated directly whenever needed, he always reported perfectly. But this one needed my hacking techniques. I needed access to all cameras inside the building.

As my fingers danced on the laptop’s keyboard, a message buzzed from my phone. I drifted my eyes to the phone resting beside the laptop, the screen had displayed a presence of a new message. 

I could have ignored it, but the message reported about Franklin Cohen. Grabbing the phone, I accessed the message and it came from Jack. He was informing me that Franklin Cohen was also invited, he was a rival, one of those who had a good connection with the police in New York. Well known for trafficking.

A beeping sound caught me from the laptop screen. I had successfully accessed every camera in the building, including at the entrance. I could see what the media hid. I could see two of my men walking around carrying trays as they served drinks, clad in white shirts and black trousers.

I rested on my seat, a glass of whiskey in my grip. My eyes examined the twenty-four camera displays, the party seemed to move on well. There was no audio, so the only noise I had was from the iPad which still aired the event.

The background soothing music playing on a piano signified that the event had yet to start.

I roamed my eyes to the entrance, more cars still pulled at the front of the building, and more people walking in. For every face caught on camera, I would get full information about them. Thanks to the invitations that were done professionally, so all guests had their details computed.