CHAPTER 142 A TRACE.

The Michael grabbed his phone and wallet, heading out the door with a sense of urgency. His mind was racing with thoughts of the mysterious figure on the black motorcycle. He needed to get to the bottom of this, and fast. As he walked out into the bright sunlight, he scanned his surroundings, his eyes darting back and forth for any sign of the motorcycle or its rider. But the streets were quiet, with only a few passersby milling about. Michael quickened his pace, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he had to be careful, but he couldn't shake the feeling that time was of the essence. He needed to find out who this person was and what they wanted before it was too late. He turned a corner, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the motorcycle. And then, in the distance, he saw it - a black bike, parked outside a nearby cafe. Michael's heart skipped a beat as he quickened his pace, his senses on high alert. As the man on the black motorcycle pulled off his mask, Michael's