Chapter 213. Dearest Molly

I sat at the back of the van, staring at the dogs’ masks and their stiff bodies. 

They looked just like statues, like clay soldiers with their guns hanging from their knees. But at the snap of a finger, they would move into action, quick and efficient. 

The sound of a car drew me out of my thoughts, and I stared into my phone screen at the footage from the drone we had hovering overhead.

Louise’s car was now pulling up towards her mansion. I waited for the car to stall, the tires bursting with a loud bang from the spikes we had buried on the road, and then I stepped out.

I walked past her guards as the dogs subdued them and stopped by her backseat window. Balling my gloved hand into a fist, I punched the glass twice and reached in to pull the door open.

Louise was already turning in the backseat to run when I grabbed her by the hair, and hit her face against the demarcation glass. 

Then I relaxed against the seat, waiting till she was done