Matthew went to work as usual.
As a secret detective, the job is complex if you say so, but also simple if you say so.
Of course, for someone like Matthew who is 'well-connected', it's extremely simple.
"Hey, Matthew."
A burly man dressed decently, but his bulky face almost bursting out of his well-fitted suit, handed a bottle of packaged wine to Matthew.
Naturally, the brown paper bag far exceeded the size of the wine bottle itself.
Matthew weighed it in his hand, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Thanks, Karl."
Matthew said, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and handing it over.
Looking at the cigarette being handed over, the burly man named Karl also cracked a smile.
It looked like Matthew was satisfied.
So, for the next month, they wouldn't have to worry.
