CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

Anthony Melthow

ANTHONY LEFT Mark's dressing room with a sense of accomplishment, during their dressing room conversation, he wrote an address on a napkin and handed it to the boy who smiled kindly as he always did.

He really is Mark's son, nobody smiles like that even though he's in hell.

When Anthony left the stadium, the cameras of several networks focused on him, countless reporters surrounded him and he calmly answered all the questions and ended by saying that in the morning they would have a bombshell.

ANTHONY ARRIVED AT THE HOTEL where he was staying and said to the sergeant who was accompanying him:

— Can I have a minute alone? — I have nowhere to run, this hotel has no emergency stairs.

— If you try to do anything funny, I'll rip you apart myself. — Tony smiled:

— I know that, boss.

Seeing from the top floor of the hotel, it was even beautiful those countless lights flashing from the cars running wild through the naked city.

I started free and I want to finish free...

When the policemen entered the room there was no one, but a few seconds later they hear a noise.

FIVE MINUTES LATER the front of the hotel was already packed with police and fire engines.