Chapter 42: Someone

Munich, 2014

Savannah was sweating profusely now after vomiting three times in a row. Not only was the dead body of the boy who appeared to be around ten years old disgusting, it was also starting to make her feel like she had fallen inside a pool in an awkward position, taking in all the water as if she was getting involved in a drinking spree. But who would kill a young boy in such brutal manner and dump him there? She thought. They had spent about ten minutes in the place that the address that Prisha had written down indicated was a home for all lovers of strippers and naked women who offered sex, and were yet to see a living soul come out from the unpainted building close to them where loud music was arising from. In the drowning absence of Micheal's warning voice, the initial whispers of his confusion as he accused them of refusing to listen to him, she turned to outspoken anxiety as she felt the feeling of being betray