Czar chuckled. "Okay, as you wish."
He moved away while Elaya ran slowly.
Ava had sent 15 texts. "Where are you? Are you fine?" Elaya looked at her phone… dang, she had kept it silent while she was with that woman… then she forgot to keep the volume on.
Elaya face-palmed and increased her pace while she searched for the location of Shah House which was sent by Ava. A car stopped near her.
And Ava was inside. She went out of the car and hugged Elaya. "Ya Allah… I thought—" Ava stopped saying, and Elaya motioned, "Let's get inside the car first."
Ava nodded. They both sat, and then Elaya said, "I'm sorry, I had kept my phone mute." Ava looked at Elaya and sighed. "Don't do it again."
"You are always on time; that's why I got so much worried," Ava said, driving. Elaya smiled, "My Ava… ik ik… I'm sorry," Elaya smiled.
"That man actually looked suspicious… the way you described him and the way he was present at the scene," Ava enquired.
"We never know… we can just suspect him. So have you put on extra cameras in the lanes of this highway?" Elaya asked while letting her head rest on the seat while leaning.
"Yeah, I have contacted all agencies who are in coordination with ours… They know we are here and government also is supporting us by providing all the necessary stuff. A hacker is also appointed for us," Ava said while parking the car at Shah Ground. Elaya nodded.
They both went outside the car when 10 guards came and clicked their pics and sent it to the office, and in a second they got a text: "It's them."
The guards bowed and navigated them to Shah House.
"Tight security," Elaya whispered.
"Just like the case is," Ava let her hands rest inside the coat pockets, and Elaya chuckled a little.
The house was divided into 2 floors. The outside of the house was covered by black paint. The house was guarded by 20 guards, and Shah Ground was guarded by 15 guards. There were security cameras on each window, and the control was in the controller room (basement). Two maids were present with 2 chefs. This was more of a mysterious house than a simple one.
Elaya walked in as she scanned the whole house and was greeted by two maids. Ava signaled Elaya by eyes to walk to the next floor to the bedroom. There were separate bedrooms for the two of them.
As they both entered into one of the bedrooms—
Elaya popped herself on the bed while Ava leaned against the wall. "Elaya, as I have heard, mostly those who are killed have different-colour eyes…" Ava sat next to Elaya, and her reaction was worry. "You think he is gonna hunt me down tonight? Tomorrow?" Elaya laughed and sat straight.
"Shhh," Ava put her finger on Elaya's lips. "Don't dare to say anything." Ava took a box out of her jacket. A pair of brown lenses were present. She handed it over to Elaya. Elaya pressed her lips. "Maybe we are just assuming." Elaya opened the box and closed it again. "Wear it at least for the sake of Allah." Ava held the box and opened it again.
"But—" Elaya was about to say.
"No buts," Ava cut her off.
On the other hand, Emris was sitting on his bed.
One hand occupied with a cigarette, which he kept inhaling and throwing smoke out of his mouth.
"Ironical, so let's set another target. Maybe this time, Czar will catch me," Emris chuckled and stood up and looked outside the window.
He threw the cigarette out of the window.
"It's been years since we saw each other, Czar," Emris raised one of his eyebrows, and his both hands rested on the window, while his eyes roamed down. His room was located at the top of this hotel. His phone buzzed, and a call came.
"Mr. Kang." Emris chuckled while looking at the phone screen.
"Hello," Emris said in a playful tone.
"Your next target, lane number 5 of Highway 17."
"Tomorrow, 1 am. I will bring her there," Mr. Kang said in a cold tone.
"Why do you always sound so serious, dude?"
Emris mocked while closing the window and walking to the washroom, the phone call on speaker.
"None of your business. Don't forget—this time don't just kill, we need one organ. Only then we will give you money," Mr. Kang barked.
Emris started the shower and said in a cold tone while keeping the phone near his mouth:
'None of your business,' you said, but with my business your business works. So if I stop doing this, you will run bankrupt. So watch your tone next time." Emris cut the call.
"Old waste needs to be recycled to generate new products," Emris whispered. "Your turn will come soon, Dad," he chuckled and let the water touch him