“How did we lose her, you said she was at that house?” Bishop yelled at the men he had asked to keep an eye on Aziza’s apartment. They had been there for hours and had thought it was meaningless being there. They believed that Aziza would not show up because a bounty was on her head and she would instead flee. That was exactly what a criminal would do and she was a criminal. They would run as far as they think they can and it would start from their home. So, they never paid attention to the apartment and instead played games on their phones as a medium to pass time. It was disheartening, but it eased their stress that had come over the past few days.
The red hair had truly turned their office upside down and none had a wink of sleep, a time to rest, relax or even eat. Sitting there and pl
