Chapter 41 Melissa

• "Frank?" I squinted, trying to see the guy approaching me.
• He drew closer, stepping into the dim light, and my heart soared and sunk simultaneously. It was not Frank. But the man standing there, his face half obscured by a hood, seemed recognizable in a another way.
• "Gustavo?" I muttered, almost doubting. He was one of Frank's closest pals, and although I'd only met him a few times, his devotion to Frank was unbreakable. If Gustavo was here, perhaps Frank wasn't far behind.