Chapter 103 The Cost Of Her Name

• Victor Vasquez sat at the back of a dimly lit bar, his fingers wrapped around a glass of whiskey. He looked relaxed, like a man who thought he was untouchable. Like a man who had no idea his time was running out.
• I stepped inside, my presence shifting the atmosphere instantly. The low murmur of conversation faded, and a few heads turned before quickly looking away. They knew who I was. They knew better than to stare.
• But Victor?