Nadia Sinclair, wearing her night robe, stood on her balcony and listened as cars drove out of the Sinclair compound.
Everything she thought perfectly planned had come crashing in her face at the very last second.
"Evelyn." The small wind carried her voice, echoing the name around like a silent curse.
Bitter wouldn't describe how she felt. Not even anger. It was hatred. Pure, unfiltered hatred.
She still didn't know how things collapsed this way.
In the middle of her questioning the entire day, her phone buzzed, and she lifted it up to her face.
"Speak of the Judas," she whispered, as she answered.
"Mrs Sinclair, I want to apologise sincerely. One of my boys messed up the entire operation. I want to reassure you that we're on the lookout for him. Trust me, we'll find and—"
"Shut up." Her words sliced through the sound waves of the phone, hitting Rex like a hurricane.
He shut his mouth immediately, and even held his breath just in case his breathing was an annoyance.
