Chapter - 252
[Flashback continues]
The truck driver sat slouched at the bar, smoke curling lazily from his cigarette as he nursed a half-empty glass of whiskey. His eyes flickered to the door as a man entered. The truck driver straightened, tapping ash into a nearby tray.
The man approached without a word, sliding into the seat beside him. He pulled out a photo and laid it on the counter. The truck driver's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the image of Rick. He gave a brief nod, his face hardening.
The man leaned in close, his voice low and indecipherable, but the intent was clear. The truck driver's lips twisted into a cold smirk as he listened, exhaling a stream of smoke. After a moment, the man placed a thick envelope on the counter—fat with cash, the kind that answered all questions and quieted any lingering doubts.
