Book 4 : Chapter 15

"There is no way he'll get 800 thousand in cash in less than 24 hours," Andrea said to me an hour later.

He'd tied me to a chair and had been sat a few meters opposite with his feet up on the table, staring relentlessly.

"Don't underestimate him," I warned.

Andrea let out a short laugh, "you've got girlfriend goggles on. He's not all you think he is, sweetheart."

"You don't know him," I spat.

"True but I know what I've heard. And did he really kill your brother?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

I paused for a moment and swallowed, "yes."

"Oooh!" He exclaimed taking his feet off the table and sitting forward with a tantalizing expression. "Awkward!"

"Must you torment me?" I asked wearily.

I was just about through the pain of Connor's death. The last thing I needed was for a psychotic Mexican drug dealer to drag it back up and smear it all over my face.