chapter 48 Can't block messages

With those falcon-like eyes locked on the target, Paddy Showyer secretly put on a glove on his right hand, held six fifty-cent coins, and hunted patiently.

Hattie Zerba sat next to him, holding a glass in her hand, drinking a cocktail in style, her head shaking to the rhythm of the dance floor.

Under the strange lights, it would be difficult to see other people's faces clearly unless you have particularly good eyesight. Even so, many pairs of eyes still glanced at Hattie...