  &quot;How long do you think it is going to be before he comes?&quot; I ask wondering if he is coming at all, because an hour has gone and there is no sign of the man.
  &quot;He should be here any minute according to our observations. He comes here every day by 9:00 p.m. and it's 8:50 p.m.&quot;
  &quot;Alright, but do you know something.&quot;
  &quot;What&quot;
  &quot;I don t even know what he looks like.&quot; 
  &quot;Really?&quot; Ismail asks surprised.
  &quot;Yes, I have never seen his face, only his back.&quot;
  &quot;Oh, that s right. But don t worry when he comes, I will point him out for you.&quot;
  &quot;There won t be any need for that because he is here,&quot; I say, seeing the scary man whose nose I broke, walk in beside a man who looks like his boss.
  &quot;Really, how do you know?&quot; Ismail says and is about to turn his head, but I stop him before we draw attent

  &quot;Umit, are you seeing this, what could be down there?&quot; Ismail is as surprised as I am. 
  &quot;I wonder too. But first let s take pictures, it might come in handy later,&quot; I take a step back to take a good picture of the elevator. I also close the door and take a picture of that. You never know what might be useful later.
  &quot;Are you sure you want to do this?&quot; Ismail asks, stepping into the elevator knowing we are taking a big risk.
  &quot;Yes, let s go,&quot; I say, stepping into the elevator. The elevator s door closes, and we press the only button. 
  The elevator takes us deep down. I don t even know if we are still above ground, but I know for sure we went down far before coming to a stop. The elevator door opens, and we step out of the elevator. What is in front of us is something I could have never imagined in my entire life. I walk forward to see if I a

  It s been a few days since David said he found something. I won t say he found something useless, but neither will I say useful. He just discovered something odd that day. David was monitoring the locations of the places Mr. Alberto was going to through the GPS tracker. When he said he found something, he realized that Mr. Alberto was going towards the outskirts of town. We followed him and thought he was going to a club on the outskirts of town. It s normal for Mr. Alberto to go to a club, but what makes it odd is the fact that this is more of a small bar, and not even a busy one at that. There is no security at the door to ask you for their ID s and there is no line of people waiting to enter. It s really a small bar, and what makes it odd is that he goes there every day. Mr. Alberto is a well-known person in society and could get into any club here in San Francisco he wants to. So, 

&quot;How long do you think it is going to be before he comes?&quot; I ask wondering if he is coming at all, because an hour has gone and there is no sign of the man.
  &quot;He should be here any minute according to our observations. He comes here every day by 9:00 p.m. and it's 8:50 p.m.&quot;
  &quot;Alright, but do you know something.&quot;
  &quot;What&quot;
  &quot;I don t even know what he looks like.&quot; 
  &quot;Really?&quot; Ismail asks surprised.
  &quot;Yes, I have never seen his face, only his back.&quot;
  &quot;Oh, that s right. But don t worry when he comes, I will point him out for you.&quot;
  &quot;There won t be any need for that because he is here,&quot; I say, seeing the scary man whose nose I broke, walk in beside a man who looks like his boss.
  &quot;Really, how do you know?&quot; Ismail says and is about to turn his head, but I stop him before we draw attention to ourselves.
  &quot;Don t turn, it will look suspicious. I can see the scary man from 

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