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Chapter - 12 The Lunch

Ryan's eyes narrowed slightly. "Ma'am, do you have any proof or documents related to Christopher's smuggling activities?"

Lingjoo shook her head. "No, sir. I don't know anything about that. But I remember him mentioning a private locker in the old house."

Ryan's interest piqued. "A private locker? Did you ever see what was inside?"

Lingjoo hesitated. "No, sir. I wasn't allowed to access it. Even I couldn't ask him about it."

Ryan nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, ma'am. Can you tell me where this old house is?"

Lingjoo's expression turned uncertain. "I'm not sure, sir. It was in the village, inside the forest. There was a secret house, but I never saw it myself. I don't remember the exact way to get there."

Ryan's eyes locked onto hers. "Think carefully, ma'am. Any details you can provide will be helpful."

Lingjoo closed her eyes, concentrating. "I remember it was near a old temple... and there was a stream nearby. But that's all I can recall."

Ryan nodded, jotting down some notes. "Okay, ma'am. That's helpful. We'll investigate this further."

He stood up, his expression serious. "I'll be honest with you, ma'am. This case is getting more complicated by the minute. But I assure you, we'll do everything in our power to bring Christopher to justice."

With that, Ryan turned to leave.

As Ryan drove away from Lingjoo's house, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was missing something. He glanced in the rearview mirror, his eyes scanning the road behind him.

"Oh yes, he might have the documents in the whole house," Ryan muttered to himself, "but I need to find it out very soon, otherwise I'll get caught by the police."

He made a sudden U-turn, the tires screeching in protest.Ryan pulled up in front of the supermarket, the bright fluorescent lights illuminating the parking lot. He turned off the engine and stepped out of the car, taking a moment to stretch his legs.

He grabbed a basket from the row of baskets outside the shop and pushed through the sliding glass doors. The supermarket was bustling with activity, shoppers milling about and filling their carts with groceries.

Ryan made his way to the vegetable section, carefully selecting the freshest produce. He picked up a few onions, some plump tomatoes, a brinjal, a capsicum, and a handful of chillies. He also grabbed a selection of spices, his eyes scanning the shelves for the perfect blend.

Next, Ryan headed to the egg section, where he carefully selected thirty eggs. He remembered that he already had one egg left over at home, so these would last him until next Sunday.

After collecting the eggs, Ryan made his way to the rice section. He picked up a bag of fragrant basmati rice, the aroma filling his senses.

With his basket full, Ryan headed to the checkout counter. The cashier rang up his purchases, the total coming out to be three hundred and fifty dollars. Ryan handed over the cash, watching as the cashier efficiently packed his groceries into bags.

With his purchases secure, Ryan headed back to his car. He opened the back door and carefully placed the bags inside, securing them with the seatbelt to prevent them from shifting during the drive.

As Ryan pulled up to his house, he gathered the items from the back seat and stepped out of the car. He locked the door and headed towards his front door, his keys jingling in his hand.

Once inside, Ryan began to unpack the groceries. He carefully placed each item in its designated spot, starting with the eggs. He gently arranged thirty eggs in the fridge, each one nestled in its own compartment. The thirty-first egg was placed in the fridge door, carefully balanced to avoid breaking.