Chapter 22 Zip Ties, Ducktape And A Little Creativity
- Ricardo’s POV
- I have the information I need. Enzo is dead. The briefcase is gone. And Andre is nothing more than a bloody corpse at my feet. But none of it matters. At least not right now.
- Because when I turn, I see Lana, standing there in the room, hugging herself like she’s trying to hold her own body together. Her body trembles, and her eyes are wide and haunted.