Chapter 51 Facing Montero
- "I'm here."
- Montero sat in his red chesterfield lounge with one hand spread over the top and the other holding a glass of amber liquid as usual. He arched an eyebrow in question. "Well?"
- "My demands first. I want to see them," I told him. I would be a fool if I trusted him blindly, because I very well knew he would not even think before stabbing me in the back.