Frida
Stan and I are off to Nevada. Victor used his sources to track him down and it turns out Marcel has a bit of a gambling addiction, so we will most likely find him in a casino somewhere in Las Vegas.
Stanley and I take our time driving there, enjoying the scenery along the way. It feels like a real vacation, except we know we are not here just to enjoy ourselves. This was a mission.
We arrive in Las Vegas at noon the next day. The bright lights and flashing signs greet us, promising a good time, but I try to put that thought out of my mind. Stanley and I try to track down Marcel, but after two days of searching, we have no clue where he is. We are even staying at the hotel where Marcel frequents.
“Are you sure Victor got it right?” I say, frustrated.
Stanley nods. “Pretty sure.”
