Chapter 167

Gregory Smith looked at his wall clock ticking as he dropped his cigarette on the ash tray. Something he would never do on a normal day but he seemed pressured.

Pressured enough to know that something was definitely not right.

He'd searched through the internet, looking for pictures of Alec Baldwin but never saw anything.

In fact, the ones he saw were old journals of when he had a clash with the police officers which didn't help matters but now, he wanted to know whom he was.

He glanced at his phone for the last time and sighed. Why wasn't Keith calling yet? Had something gone wrong? Did he found out about what he asked him to do?

Grodd, this is becoming crazy, I wish I would have some kind of superpowers that would make me know about Alec. He's being a nuisance already. He muttered as he checked his watch again.

Then, suddenly, he picked up his lighter and hurriedly lighted his cigarette as he stood up and watched the busy road bubble from his french window.

Just like Alec, he