Chapter 146 Frade Is Dead
- “No.” I struggled, and the rope made the skin of my wrists bleed. Daley wouldn't let go no matter how hard I tried.
- He grabbed the waitress by the hair and held her head back, the woman's pale neck protruding forward. With his other hand, a knife is held to the front of the woman's neck. He stood behind her and looked at me.
- “She's innocent. Don't hurt her,” I shouted at him.