Chapter 132

Imogen

"I’m never eating fish again," Vonnie said, wrinkling her nose.

Yeah, it was definitely a decaying fish smell. Vonnie and I entered the warehouse where the text message sent us less than five minutes earlier, but it took that long to decipher the horrifying smell permeating everything in the place. Fish guts.

It probably took so long to figure out because I didn’t have extensive knowledge of the smell of rotten seafood, but now that I’d pinpointed it, there was no way she was incorrect.

The smell made it so I had to focus on not gagging. You never wanted to offend the leader of a gang about his smelly warehouse while you are trying to negotiate for the release of your mother. I wasn’t sure of crime boss etiquette, but if there was such a thing, that was definitely in the book.

In ways, it was helpful. Because focusing on not throwing up all over the man’s shoes kept me calmer than I should have been in the situation.