Bully Lord

Part-151

He started unbuttoning his shirt and rolling up his sleeves, ready for a confrontation. Ryan quickly intervened, "Are you crazy? How do we know if it's the shopkeeper? It could easily be one of his employees."

Sourov, still fired up, retorted, "Even if it's his employee, the shopkeeper should take responsibility."

James, seeing things getting out of hand, kicked Sourov lightly from behind. "Stop it, you fool! It's too early to determine who the real culprit is. If we rush in without thinking, we'll just end up failing."

Sourov, furious, was about to tackle James when Ryan stepped between them. "Please, calm down, Sourov. We need to think this through."

Taking a deep breath, Sourov reluctantly let go of his anger and nodded. "Okay, let's go in there, but we need to be smart about this."

They approached the shop with a renewed sense of caution, determined to uncover the truth without jumping to conclusions. The atmosphere was tense as they prepared to face whatever awaited them inside.

The shop owner, a middle-aged man with a kind demeanor, greeted them with a warm smile.

The shopkeeper immediately recognized them as they entered and said, "Oh, it's you kids again. It looks like you’ve come with the right information this time."

James nodded and replied, "Yes, we need to find out something specific."

The shopkeeper’s demeanor shifted to serious. "If you don’t share the details with me, I won’t be able to reveal anything to you."

James and the others exchanged tense glances, feeling the weight of the shopkeeper’s words. Just as they were about to respond, the shopkeeper’s face broke into a smile. "I’m just kidding, boys. Relax."

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "No, no, mister, we’ll explain the situation." He looked at James, who nodded in agreement. James then took a deep breath and began explaining their situation, hoping the shopkeeper could provide some crucial help.

The shopkeeper listened intently, his expression growing serious as James recounted the details. "I don’t recall Mrs. Rahman," he said, "but let me check something for you."

He reached for a large, dusty register book and flipped through the pages. After a moment, he found the relevant entry and nodded. "Well, she did buy a SIM card from here about a month ago. Here, let me show you the details. If the NID card info matches, we’ll have a lead."

James and the others compared the NID card number with the information in the book. The numbers matched perfectly.

Encouraged, they asked, "Can you check if this matches with these other NIDs as well?"

The shopkeeper, maintaining his patience, allowed them to review all the NID cards. After a thorough check, they confirmed that the NIDs all matched, providing them with the information they needed.

A wave of excitement washed over the trio. They were getting closer to their goal.

"Do you remember the person who sold them the SIM card?" James asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

The shopkeeper nodded. "Yes, I do," he replied. "It was a young man, probably in his early twenties. He worked here for a few months before quitting."

"Do you know where he went after that?" Ryan asked, hoping to get more information.

The shopkeeper shook his head. "I lost touch with him after he left," he said apologetically. "But I can give you his name. And here is his last permenent address. It might help you find him."

The trio exchanged excited glances. They had finally found a lead. They thanked the shopkeeper and left the shop, their minds racing with possibilities.

They had come a long way, and they were closer than ever to catching the scammers. But they knew that the road ahead would be challenging. They would need to find the young man who sold the SIM card to Mrs. Rahman, and they would need to be careful not to alert the scammers to their investigation.