The Alpha and Me

117. The rogues got Mahir

117. The rogues got Mahir

Manik's Pov

We traversed through the county and checked all the alleys we could. But there was no sign of the two rogues. We went as far as contacting Xan so he could hack into the CCTV footage of the cameras installed outside the shops.

The rogues were dangerous and we had to eliminate them as soon as we could. But hell, it was as though they turned to smoke and disappeared.

"Did Xan share anything about the rogues? I asked Conor as one of his loyal men is in direct contact with him while we're busy running around the town.

"Nope, he's still on it." He replied and leaned against the wall.

While we decided to take a break from the search, Rogue was still on it. He has somehow become even more furious after recovering. He doesn't want to stop unless we have our fingers around the rogues' necks.

"I need food." Conor's stomach rumbled, showing his hunger.

So am I. I haven't downed anything after the cup of coffee and some nutty cookies I had the other evening. It's close to afternoon and we're moving around like madheads, looking for the asshole rogues who have somehow managed to camouflage from our eyesights.

"I'll inform Rogue where to find us." And then I contacted him through our psychic link and gave him the address of the little shop we chose to have our brunch at in case he wished to join us.

It was the smell that lured us in. An older couple ran this shop that was built in the front half of their house while the back half was probably their personal space.

As we took our seats around a table that was close to the door, an old lady came to attend us. My eyes suspiciously froze on her face as she forced a smile at us. Her hands were shaky and there was a limp in her left leg.

Conor and I exchanged a look as we both watched her hide her right hand. But she couldn't hide the patches of blood on her long sleeve. We instantly knew something was wrong with her.

"Welcome, sir. W-what would you like to have? We have a variety of dishes here." She presented us with menus.

"Bring the best meal that you offer." Conor said, his eyes assessing her like a scanner.

"We're well-known for our dumplings and Chinese food."

"Great! Bring the large bowls of noodles for us and dumplings." I said, feeling my stomach growl.

"Your orders will be here in about a quarter hour, sir. Do let me know if you need anything else." Her lips quivered. It felt like she would cry any minute and turned around to leave.

She was going to disappear behind the door that separated the eating space and the kitchen when another customer called out for her.

"Your grandchildren are not here to help you today, Mrs. Sparks?" Conor and I stared at each other as her face crossed with a pained expression.

But she masked it down with a chuckle and waved a hand, "Tara and Sam asked for a day off. You know they're here for a holiday and they've been helping us around ever since they came here. So their grandpa suggested to them that they go on a sightseeing trip today."

"That sounds great. But this place without the little servers looks empty. I hope they'll be here tomorrow to serve my lunch." He tapped at his pocket and grinned. "I have their tips safe in my pocket."

Then he retreated, leaving the money on the table. The woman's mouth that was turned up now quivered. She released a sigh as if a heavy rock was lifted off her shoulders. She blinked what we assumed were tears and she strode out.