Chapter Twenty-Five:
Robert's Point of View
I entered the club, my steps racing ahead of my breath.
My thoughts were clashing like raging waves over the fate of the drug shipment and the bad news Carlos Mendoza might bring that could turn the tables on us.
I was walking down the corridor with wide strides, my mind busy with calculations, when one of the guards intercepted my path and said in a tone filled with confusion and hesitation:
— "Mr. Robert.. Mr. Mendoza is in your office."
I continued my pace with quickened steps and answered him with sharp brevity:
"Yes, I know."
But he didn't stop; he added a sentence that made the blood freeze in my veins and the chill of death run through my limbs:
— "The girl.. Julie is inside with him."
I froze in my place for a moment, as if the earth had suddenly tilted beneath me.
At first, I couldn't comprehend the scale of the catastrophe.
