Chapter 49
- The road to the basement is as dark as the crow’s wings perched atop a leafless tree.
- From the party to here is a motherfucking almost fifteen minutes’ walk. It’s a good thing I am not wearing stiletto shoes.
- “I’ll wait for you outside,” Jose then crossed his arms as he turned around. The wind howled as I turned on my heel, walking like a panther in the hopes that me and Jose’s mission would go unnoticeable.