Chapter 189 Who Do You Think You Are?

• Henrik Jansson drove to the riverbank. Under the starlit sky, the Enver flowed east, glittering with a hard, steady sheen.
• Across the water lay the sandbar. Lights winked in the distance. Men and women laughed and played on the beach, their voices drifting over the river.
• This side was dead quiet. A tall levee ran here, and there were no lights. One wrong step and you’d slip into the water. Not the kind of place for messing around.