Chapter 130: Target

The flight took a grueling 17 hours, but with the company of the beautiful flight attendants, time flew by and it was far from wasted.

But now, as the plane touched down, I needed to find out what had happened that made Sam so urgently want me here.

As soon as I could, I pulled out my phone and messaged Alex. "I'm in Gainesville," I typed quickly.

The reply came almost immediately: "Sam's not at the hospital anymore. He's at his house."

I grabbed my bag, got inside my Subaru Impreza, and drove straight to Sam's place.

I stopped my car not too far from Sam's villa.

The guards on duty recognized me, but they were more alert than I have ever seen them. They insisted on checking my clothes.

After a quick but thorough inspection, they finally nodded and let me through.

I walked up the path, and before I could even knock, the door swung open.