Chapter 45: A Drunk Tale

Shawn

The plate carshes to the floor without realizing as I call on my guards.

“Who let her out!” I yell, storming into every room. “How did you let her escape your watch!”

“She left with Benzo few minutes before you left boss,” one of them responds and for a moment I pause, reconsidering the new information.

“Benzo? He'll never do that without my permission. Find him!” I yell, dashing out of the house to the parking lot. There's a missing black car among the fleets. That's definitely the one Maria took along. As I rush back in to grab a car key, I find a body.

In horror, I rush over to it only to find one of my skilled hitman unconscious, lying on the grass. The same Benzo.

“Benzo!” I call out to him, immediately carrying his heavy body back in. He still has a pulse.

My guards surround his body, while I dial other numbers including Betty's.

Her number isn't reachable but I send a voice message, “If anything as tiny as a scratch is found on Maria, you would live to regret ever knowing