Meanwhile, at the brothel, Gio gripped the phone, pressing it to his ear, frowning. It had been three days since Kiera's last call.
She had safely arrived in Mistvale and called him to ask about the brothel. After that last call, she did not contact him again.
When he tried to reach her, every attempt went straight to the operator. The dead line in his ear left a tight knot in his chest.
Kiera had ignored his warning.
He was afraid the bad thing might happen to him either, because they had both done dirty work in the past.
He slipped the phone into his pocket and continued his work, though the emotion gnawed at him.
Not far from him, Martin rose from his seat and walked to the counter, where he was working the register.
The glare never left him, but he barely noticed as his thoughts clouded by worry.
