Naturally, Robert got into Leons face and called him out for being a pedo in front of everyone in the office that day. Everyone had said Leon looked at her like a perv, as one teen put it. Tanya was last seen putting in for a job at Leons construction company as a mail room person. For the past days, Robert had been getting into his face. Leon just looked at Robert even more pissed. He may as well have been trying to hustle someone. I am sure whatever old oil guy you are going to sell her to can find another girl.", says Robert as if not even worried about the gun pointed at him. I saw a pretty good bottle of vodka at your office, sorry about having a shot by the way, you could be having right now. Just tell me where you stashed Tanya, I go get her, and we all go our merry ways. "Look comrade, you don't need to do this. Enough to cover most bills with a modest living. She gave a whole sob story of Tanya being all she had left in the world, how her husband had left her, and just to get by she had to work three jobs until coming into some money from an unknown relative. Robert only took the case because the mum thought the daughter simply ran away again. 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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