It was bleeding money to shell companies ultimately linked to Leon. Realistically, the project was going to go bankrupt soon. So, any trail if there was one, would have to be at the mega mall Leon was building with his "investors" money. of course, the evidence wasn't at Leons home or proper office. One piece lead to another, which lead to another, and so on giving Robert a high degree of confidence that Leon was also in the business of trafficking young girls for rich oil sheik's. So, the mum turned to a PI, Robert.Īll of the clue had lead to Leon doing more than just development. Cops wouldn't touch the case, as Tanya was a frequent run away. Robert had a simple enough reason for being in the office trailer that night, which was him looking for some evidence where Tanya, a clients daughter, had been smuggled off.
Leon, the large Russian, had caught Robert, the smaller man, mid search. Previously for the smacking about, the two were in an office trailer that the smaller man had been caught rifling through some paper work. The area of Atlanta was being revamped into a shopping mecca, so all the residential real estate had been bought up by the aforementioned large Russian. They were by an open ditch now with a cement mixed turning near by at a construction site near midnight.
For the last five minutes, he had been making wise cracks as the Russian smacked him about. Instead, the smaller guy simply looked like a clown of sorts. In this sort of situation, one would expect the smaller guy in a cheesy Hawaiian shirt to be pleading for mercy or crying his eyes out. "These are your last words, make them quick.", said a large Russian man holding a Yarygin Pistol ten feet from a guy no taller than 5'8 simply wearing a Hawaiian shirt and slacks.
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