Cold-Blooded

Chapter 16

The night air was cool and crisp as we stepped outside, the scent of pine mingling with the faint hint of smoke from the cabin. Khaleesi led the way down the path, her confidence lighting the way through the encroaching darkness. Bella and I followed closely, the weight of the plan settling heavily on my shoulders.

As we reached the car, I felt a mixture of nerves and excitement bubbling within me. "Are we really doing this?" I asked, glancing between Khaleesi and Bella.

"Yes," Khaleesi replied, her tone unwavering. "We need to take action, and we need to do it now."

Bella climbed into the back seat, her fingers tapping away at her phone. "I'm checking the bar's location and reviews. It's a popular spot, which means it might be busy—but that could work to our advantage."

I slid into the passenger seat, my heart racing as Khaleesi started the engine. The cabin's warmth faded as we pulled away, replaced by the chill of the night and the unknown ahead.

As we drove, the trees began to thin, revealing a wider road illuminated by the moonlight. My mind raced with thoughts of Daniel Ward and what we might uncover about Ms. Lawson. Would we find answers—or would we walk straight into a trap?

"You're quiet," Khaleesi said, breaking the silence. "What's going through your mind?"

I hesitated, unsure of how to articulate the swirling emotions. "I just... I can't shake the feeling that we're in over our heads. What if Lawson has people watching?"

Khaleesi's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "That's a possibility. But if we let fear dictate our actions, we'll never get to the bottom of this. We have to be smart and keep our eyes open."

I nodded, appreciating her strength. "You're right. I just wish we had more information."

Bella suddenly perked up from the backseat. "I found a couple of reviews about the bar. It's known for being a hangout for some shady characters, but it also has a reputation for being a place where people let their guard down. That could work in our favor."

As we neared the bar, the pulsating bass of music began to echo in the air, drawing us closer to the heart of the city. The neon lights flickered to life, casting vibrant colors on the pavement and creating an atmosphere that buzzed with energy.

Khaleesi parked the car and turned to us. "Remember, stick together. We don't know who might be there, and we need to be cautious. Bella, you keep an eye out for anyone who might look like they're connected to Ward. Blair, stay close to me."

With a collective breath, we stepped out into the night, the music enveloping us like a warm blanket as we approached the entrance of the bar. The bouncer gave us a once-over before letting us through, and we were greeted by the sights and sounds of the bustling crowd.

Inside, the atmosphere was electric—people laughed, danced, and mingled, their faces illuminated by strobe lights and the glow of the bar. I scanned the room, searching for anyone who looked like they might have information about Daniel Ward.

Khaleesi led us to the bar, ordering three drinks to help blend in. As we waited, she leaned closer, her voice low. "Keep your ears open. We need to listen for anything that sounds like it might connect to Ward or Lawson."

I nodded, trying to focus on the chatter around us. Groups of people gathered in clusters, their conversations a mix of laughter and hushed tones. My heart pounded, the thrill of the hunt battling with the anxiety that clung to me like a shadow.

After a few moments, Bella leaned in, her expression animated. "I overheard two guys talking about a deal going down tonight. They mentioned Ward's name."

My pulse quickened. "What did they say?"

She gestured discreetly to a table on the far side of the bar. "They were talking about a shipment that's supposed to arrive soon, but they didn't give specifics. I think we should get closer."

Khaleesi nodded, her eyes sharp. "Let's move. But remember, stay casual. We don't want to draw attention to ourselves."

We made our way through the crowd, weaving in and out of groups of people. I could feel the energy of the bar pulsing around us, but my focus remained on the two men. As we approached, I could hear them more clearly.

"...if Ward doesn't show, we're in trouble. Lawson's not going to be happy if we miss the deadline."

My stomach dropped at the mention of her name. I glanced at Khaleesi, whose expression hardened as she exchanged a knowing look with Bella.

"Let's get closer," she whispered.

We inched toward the edge of the table, pretending to scan the room while eavesdropping on their conversation.

"...told him it's a risky play," one man said, his voice gruff. "But with the way things are going, it's our best shot."

"Yeah, but if Lawson finds out we went behind her back..." the other man replied, trailing off as he glanced around.

Khaleesi's eyes flickered to mine, and I could see the wheels turning in her mind. This was it—this was the thread we needed to pull.

Just then, the door swung open, and a figure stepped inside. The moment I laid eyes on him, my heart sank. It was Daniel Ward, unmistakable with his sharp features and air of confidence. He scanned the room, and I felt a rush of panic.

"Go now," Khaleesi hissed, grabbing my hand. "We can't let him see us."

We turned to retreat, but before we could move away, I felt a hand grip my shoulder. I turned slowly, my heart racing as I came face to face with Ward.

"Well, well," he said, a smirk spreading across his face. "What do we have here?"

The air thickened with tension as I realized we were caught. We were stepping into the unknown, and there was no turning back.

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