Chapter 30 Where Is She??

• The dimly lit room was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, the air heavy with tension. Damon leaned back in his chair, a half-burnt cigarette between his fingers, exhaling a slow stream of smoke as he listened to the suppliers seated before him. They were a rough bunch—three men with hardened faces, each bearing the scars of a life spent in the underworld.
• The leader of the group, a middle-aged man with slicked-back gray hair and a jagged scar running from his cheek to his jaw, leaned forward. "The shipment came in last night. High-quality stuff, pure as it gets," he said, tapping his fingers on the wooden table. "Now, about the payment—"
• Before Damon could respond, the heavy doors to the room swung open, and his right-hand man, Victor, strode in with urgency written all over his face.