Moby popped a few pills into his mouth, swallowing them with difficulty, and took a sip of water. He then stepped out of his truck, whistling a cheerful tune.
It was early morning, but he was already bubbling with excitement. Just arriving in this neighborhood lifted his spirits—no more dealing with loan sharks and individuals engaged in shady businesses!
He spotted Bobby's car parked near the building and chuckled, realizing his boss was even earlier than he was.
However, the moment he stepped foot inside the building, dread suddenly filled his stomach.
For one, the exterior was a mess—glass shards were scattered everywhere. Moby's heart raced, and dizziness threatened to overwhelm him, but he steadied himself and pressed on.
He froze. The interior was even worse. Clear signs of a struggle were evident.
"Sir?" he called out. "Where are you?"
"Bobby?" he tried again, using his friend's name, but received no response.
