Michael pressed hard on the gas, noticing the signal about to turn red. He barely missed a semi coming from the left direction. His mind was somewhere else, and he cared any less for any other thing.
For the last few days, he had been having nightmares regarding Layla during the littlest of times his eyes drifted off to sleep. He had multiple mental breakdowns, and he was not attending any phone calls.
Soon, he pulled over close to an inn; the car came to an abrupt halt. Another car soon pulled over. Clad in a beige suit, a man exited before shaking hands with Michael.
"Let's go, sir." He directed Michael to follow him. Soon, over a drink, an intense conversation followed suit. The man was nothing but a private investigator—and a pretty famous one. Michael shared the details before pulling out the check to offer his fees in advance.
