Bab 258: Chapter 249: Busted by the familiar man!
Not far from the city centre and in the midst of the residential area, there stood a long line of apartment blocks, which looked impressively neat and spacious, by how wide the buildings were. All of the blocks were of ten story high with two to three bedrooms.
Erick was hunkered down on one of the branches of the trees that were located not far from the apartment blocks. Although it was a few hundred metres away from the apartment block that he had his eyes on, it was never a problem for him since his eyesight can be considered as good, being able to see far.
'You sure it's that one?' Erick asked Dane in his mind.
Instead of answering him, Dane scoffed back. 'Sometimes I wonder how come your intelligence doesn't increase as you grow older. Didn't you smell her scent??'
'I did but it's better to have a second opinion.'
Dane just snorted in answer.
The apartment block that the two were talking about was actually Mrs. Paccito's place. At first, Erick was confused as to why an old woman like her would live alone in that place when she could have stayed with Ronan. It was then he remembered that the two weren't close in real life. But it still baffles him as to why she would want to live in an apartment, instead of a house, even if the place was safely and strictly guarded.
'He's here.'
Erick frowned as he quickly scanned his surroundings. It was then he saw a shadow below him, standing underneath the branch where he was hunkering over.
Master Silas grinned from where he stood, waving cheerily as he looked up at Erick.
Erick frowned as he jumped down from the branch, landing quietly in front of the lycan. "What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I'm here to help, my prince," the lycan answered.
Erick let out a sigh in resignation. "There's nothing for you to help out," he said. "I'm doing this for my work. I can't let you as a client be involved. It goes against my work ethics. And not just that, it's not under jurisdiction for clients to be involved."
Master Silas pouted playfully, which made Erick inwardly cringed. It felt a bit nauseous when an old man tried to act cute but failed.
"I thought I could lend a hand if I could," the lycan protested.
Erick shook his head. "If I'm not doing this for work, perhaps you can help. But this, you can't help," he explained patiently.
Master Silas rolled his eyes. "These modern times have too many rules, compared to back then. It's so restricting that it's suffocating."
Erick could only smile. It seems like the man used this kind of childish appearance, only in front of Erick and Dane. He bet Ronan and Toby would have the shock of their life when they see their boss like this.
Master Silas turned around with his hands linked behind his back. He then said, "Oh well, I'll just go home and watch some boring TV programmes."
Erick just kept quiet as he watched the lycan leave the area.
A few minutes later, Erick was seen back on the branch, hunching down as he looked for any kind of activity in the apartment block. More specifically, at Mrs. Paccito's floor. He actually had waited there for more than two hours. After he had heard from Amber that Mrs. Paccito had left the daycare center, he quietly followed the old woman without the latter noticing him.
That's how he knew about her apartment. Because from what he recalled, her address in the phonebook was different. And it wasn't this apartment.
It was kind of funny how the old woman seemed to be unaware that someone was following her. But then again, that someone was a shifter. And Erick was good at hiding his tracks. It was just that because if she was to be one of Harding's subordinates, she should have been more cautious.
Perhaps, after years of being 'ignored' and not 'supervised', she had lowered her guard down. Hence, it makes her an easy prey to probe around. But Erick thought of another possibility. It was more likely that she wasn't an important 'henchwoman' so they did not care about her.
It has now reached more than three hours since he had waited outside on the tree. Earlier, he saw Mrs. Paccito entered the apartment block and went up to her floor. Luckily, her room faced outside to the streets where he could see clearly, despite the dimmed lights.
He continued to wait, reaching inside his small sling bag where he kept his dried beef jerky, in case he got hungry. He grabbed one and started to munch on it, his eyes still on the window.
Thinking that the time has grown late already, he would have thought that the old woman would be sleeping by now. But to his surprise, suddenly there were lights in her room. He frowned as he watched her get out of her bedroom and to the front door.
Soon after, he watched in surprise as she opened the door to reveal a familiar person. She invited the man inside her living room. It has been years since he had last seen that man.
Rehan!
Of all days, he came just as Erick wanted to snoop on her?!? Was he lucky or was he just lucky?
And dem, these warlocks don't age at all. Rehan looked exactly like he did a few years back.
Although Erick has good eyesight, it doesn't mean that he could eavesdrop on them, which was frustrating. He didn't even realize that the man was there until he suddenly appeared. Did he morphed inside there?
While he was thinking about the possibilities, Rehan, who was talking with Mrs. Paccito suddenly stopped and turned his head towards the window. And it was as if he was looking straight at Erick, knowing the latter was sitting right there on the tree branch.
'Feck.'
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