“The suspension groaned as I crunched the gears and screeched around corners, yelling at cars to get out of my way. I knew the who, what, and how of this case, I just didn’t know the why. And I would have to get that information from Fandango. I crunched the handbrake on while the Lemon was still in motion, skidding to a stop outside the Cohens’ warehouse. I jumped out and jogged around to Samantha’s warehouse. My hands shook as I fumbled with the open sesame tool, trying to insert it into the l...ock. ‘Damn.’ I dropped it on the floor. Three attempts later, I pushed the door open and rushed inside. ‘I know you’re in here, Umberto,’ I said, approaching the rolled up carpet next to the fridge. I waited for a sound or a movement, any kind of sign that I was right, but I could only see the rise and fall of my chest and hear the sound of my heavy breathing. ‘Umberto.’ I kicked the carpet. My foot connected with something hard inside it. I heard a yelp. I unrolled the heavy carpet until it was laid out straight, coming face to face with a disheveled Umberto in the center of it.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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