Standing between the containers, six men weren't visible to anybody. Despite guessing those people weren't the cops, Harper and his secretary were desperately hiding their dreads.
The four men looked at each other. A tall man in them fished his mobile out and dialed a number. He extended the mobile towards Harper when it started ringing. They didn't find any necessity to speak or treat the man in front of them well.
Harper uneasily accepted the mobile looking at the stoic faces of the men. Other than Anya Owen, who else could be keeping an eye on them?
Bernard Collins?
But Harper didn't have the hard disk so why will Bernard waste his time on him?
With innumerable thoughts running wild in his head, Harper kept the mobile at his ear and the call was answered.
[Follow them, They will take you to international waters.]
