Sitting in the car, Hattie propped her chin on her right hand and looked through the restaurant's window.
Inside, her boss was chatting and laughing with a middle-aged Black man.
"Who's that?" she asked Ferdinand.
Ferdinand tore his attention away from the thighs of a scantily clad woman by the roadside. "Huh? Oh, that's a friend of the boss."
"He seems dangerous." Hattie stared at the middle-aged Black man.
It was an agent's instinct, prompted by the man's every movement inside the restaurant.
Her gaze fell on a black car at another intersection, and Hattie opened the door and got out.
"Where are you going?" Ferdinand asked.
"For a walk."
Hattie walked away without looking back.
Ferdinand had no choice but to stay in the car and wait for his boss and his assistant to return.
"Who is that man?"
Inside the black car, a sharply dressed Russian man quietly watched the restaurant.
The man in the driver's seat had no answer to his question either. "No idea."
The Russian man's gaze darkened as he looked inside. "There can't be any witnesses."
The driver unbuckled his seat belt. "I'll take care of him."
Just as he was about to get out, he saw John move.
John stood, glanced at the utility worker, and said to Robert, "Looks like our pleasant meal is over."
"Thanks for the book." Robert smiled, holding it in his hands.
"My offer still stands. If you need help, anytime." John smiled and waved. He had spotted his assistant approaching.
Hattie stood outside. She had been about to go in, but stopped when she saw John rise.
John walked up beside the utility worker and said amiably, "Have a pleasant evening."
The killer disguised as a utility worker was baffled. John merely smiled and said nothing