Chapter 109 What In The Horror Movie?

• RAFAEL
• My knuckles tightened around the steering wheel as I drove towards Ethan's penthouse. It was raining again. Of course it was. The universe had a sick sense of humor. Honestly, it felt like it was a moody teenager with a grudge against me personally.
• I hadn't slept in three nights. Not really. Maybe an hour here, twenty minutes there, before the sound of a phantom box at my door snapped me back awake. Red boxes. Always red. Carlos had taste, I'll give him that—sick, psychotic taste, but consistent branding nonetheless.