Chapter 107 Something Not Adding Up
- Vincenzo Dante Volkov:
- "Detective, you're alive? That's quite unfortunate," I said, leaning casually against the wall, the glass of whiskey cool in my hand. I swirled the liquid lazily, watching his face contort in a mix of rage and pain.
- "You goddamn devil. What did you do to me!?" His voice was hoarse, the accusation laced with desperation.