Chapter 37 Billionaire's Scandal

• The rain in London hadn’t let up for days. Thick sheets of it pelted the narrow windows of a dim, cluttered office nestled above a rundown repair shop in East Ham. Inside, the scent of old electronics and stale coffee lingered in the air as a wiry man in his late forties tapped away at a keyboard with mechanical precision. A scar ran from his left ear to his jawline—a souvenir from a past no one dared ask about.
• Richard’s voice came through the secure line, crisp and urgent.
• “Reed, I need everything from the traffic cams on May 12th, South Kensington. Around 3:17 PM, near Gloucester Road. A red Bentley coupe.”