The sky darkened.
Sinclair and Camilla left the hospital, heading toward the outskirts of E City's downtown area.
"Sweetheart, aren't we going back tonight?"
"No," Sinclair replied, his arm tightening around Camilla's slender waist.
His dark eyes, usually calm and unreadable, churned with something unspoken.
"There's still unfinished business."
Unfinished business?
Camilla had been so engrossed in her lively chat with Tiffany that she'd clearly forgotten the fire she'd started earlier in the car.
"Tidying up loose ends?"
Antonio wasn't an ordinary man. His death didn't mean this was over. Loose ends?
Sinclair curved his lips slightly and responded with a nonchalant hum.
Camilla didn't press further.
Fine.
This gave her the perfect opportunity to meet Vicente and inquire about her grandfather's whereabouts.
"President Mega," A plainly dressed young man in a full business suit knocked twice before entering.
