Shane looked at the two men who had their heads lowered.
"I'm waiting," Shane said while still resting on the cell bars.
The older man sighed.
"We don't know who he is, he has never shown us his face. He is very careful, he only sends us messages through our cellphone," he explained.
Shane squinted his eyes.
"Do you have the number?" He questioned.
"Yes," the man replied.
Shane immediately sent a text to Damon.
A few minutes later, Damon appeared in the cell.
"You finally made them talk," Damon chuckled, handing the phone to him.
Shane gave him a side eye as he collected the phone.
"Password," Shane demanded.
"103569," the man replied, and the phone unlocked immediately.
Shane went to messages, and the first message he saw was from an unknown number.
His brows shot up instantly when he saw the messages sent from that particular number.
He let out a snort by the audacity. Damon turned to look at him, wondering why he was laughing.
