Like most Muslim men,
he also kept a thick beard but his face was lean, with prominent cheekbones, small, deep-set eyes, and a gaze that flickered unpredictably, giving him a cunning and shrewd appearance.
[Name: Ibrahim Adam.]
[Occupation: Clock shop owner, fence.]
[Monthly Income: $3,568 (legal), $643,000 (illegal).]
[Detailed Income Information: On December 3, acquired a batch of jewelry and watches robbed by gang member Qasim Lavi from the old city district, profiting $70,000; on December 17, acquired a pair of stolen paintings from the Black community's Mubemba Nia, profiting $90,000...]
[More Details: ...]
[Tax Owed: $254,628.]
"He's a fat sheep..."
Having scanned through the old man's tax details, David's mouth curled into a smile.
At that moment, Ibrahim spoke up, "Hello there, is there anything I can help you with?"
He had already figured out that these two men weren't here to look at watches, nor to have them repaired.
"You are Ibrahim Adam, correct?"
