MAFIA'S WRONG TARGET

18: ON THE RADAR

AUTHOR'S POV

Moscow, Russia
06:22 pm

Dash stepped into the dancing academy where Sybil had once coached. He looked around, noticing the children practicing their ballet moves behind a large glass wall, their movements were graceful and precise. It seemed like there were only a few minutes left in the class, as he could see several parents waiting outside, their expressions a blend of anticipation and pride.

Standing among the parents, Dash scanned the area, taking in the vibrant atmosphere filled with energy and enthusiasm. His attention was drawn to a schedule displayed on another glass wall, detailing the class timings and various batches of students.

As he absorbed the scene, he noticed a small cabin adjacent to the dance room. Intrigued, he made his way over, discovering an older man seated in a rolling chair, intently focused on his laptop.

Dash knocked gently before stepping inside, greeting the old man with a firm "Good evening" as he adjusted the only button of his suit, parting it slightly.

The oldie looked up, his attention shifting to Dash. "Evening. Please, have a seat," he offered warmly. "What can I help you with, sir?"

Taking a seat across the table, Dash placed his gun deliberately between them; the weight of the moment hung in the air every second. "I'm here for an investigation. I need to know every single detail about Sybil Diar."

The old man's demeanor shifted instantly, straightening in his chair. "E-even I'm searching for her. She has disappeared. I've somehow managed to find a new coach for the kids," he replied, his honesty evident in his voice.

"Any suspicious activity done by her?" Dash asked, locking his gaze onto the old man's eyes, searching for any sign of deceit.

"I've got one CCTV footage of her," the oldie said quickly, his fingers moving deftly over the keyboard as he searched for the file. He turned the laptop screen towards Dash, ready to reveal what he had found.

Dash unpaused the clip, watching intently as Alaric spoke to Sybil casually. The atmosphere shifted when the lights flickered off, yet the footage continued. What struck Dash was the moment Alaric appeared to take her with him when she was nearly passed out.

"What's this m*therf*cker got to do with this girl?" Dash muttered under his breath. He wasn't surprised as it was his second time seeing Alaric and Sybil together, but what made him curious was Alaric's gentleness towards Sybil.

He has never seen Alaric treating a woman like that.

The oldie replied, "I thought this person would know about her, but he was also here in search of her."

Dash's curiosity was piqued further. "Is there any other coach named Lia?"

The old man shook his head. "There's none."

Giving a nod, Dash grabbed his gun and left the office cabin, he pocketed the gun as there were kids outside and got back to the parking lot.

He dialed a number on his way, bringing his mobile to his ear while opening the car door, but suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his waist as someone stabbed him.

Groaning, he quickly shifted into a defensive stance, reaching for his gun, but found himself surrounded by a group of masked men.

Despite the odds, he fought them off, managing to pull the knife from his waist.

He opened the car door, tossed the knife onto the passenger seat, and slid into the driver's seat.

With a quick turn of the key, he started the engine, driving with his left hand while his right pressed firmly against the wound at his waist.