CHAPTER 58

Trudeau’s POV

“What the…”

I zoned out of whatever Anthony was saying, straining my ear on the left to pick up any signal. Turning the phone light back to my face, I found out that the signal had completely gone off.

“fuck…” he trailed odd

“What??”

“Is he dead?” Anthony asked.

I kicked him to revitalize his pain and therefore let him announce how much alive he still was even though he had managed to go silent while sucking up all the pain. I didn’t like it when I tortured people and they didn’t react, it was a level of dishonesty and lack of satisfaction.

I kicked him in the rib. “Shut the fuck up.”

The line finally connected and Guillemette was on the other end, the noise from quite a distance away from the ground blew loud into my ears, causing me to take the phone away from my ears before it started to bleed. The light beamed in my face and from the short distance, I could hear him saying ‘hello’ severally.

I placed the phone on the loudspeaker. “I got a skilled intruder here. Call