Chapter 16: The old Mrs. Smith

**Third person**

“I want you to teach someone a lesson,” Amelia spoke into the receiver.

The man let out a shrill laugh. “You already know how it works.”

“Send a picture and where I can find this person,” he instructed.

“Sure, I'm sending it now.”

Amelia hung up, and she immediately sent a picture of Val to the man, along with the address of the rooftop bar.

A sinister grin spread across the man's face as he examined the picture. "Come, boys, look at this," he called out.

Three burly men, bare-chested and reeking of cigarettes, who were lounged on a worn-out sofa, hurried over. Their eyes lit up with desire as they ogled the photo.

“Ahh, exactly what I need for a good rest tonight. My balls are blue as fuck!” One of them announced, and the rest let out wild laughs that echoed through the room.

"Let's go, then," the leader declared, his voice thick with anticipation.

The men quickly pulled on their cigarette-stained shirts and exited the grimy apartment.

Meanwhile, at the rooftop bar,