Erica's POV
I left the office holding back tears in my eyes.
I couldn't tell which broke me more: Dante lying to me or witnessing Hazan's brutality.
I dreaded to shut my eyes. Each time I did, I would see the picture of the rotting head and bloody note in my mind's eye. It sent chills down my spine. Seeing it in person horrified me and if I sniffed the air, I could still perceive the stench of rotting flesh.
I had listened as Dante read the note aloud. How could one man be so cruel and make a joke out of it? How could he make a joke out of killing a grown man and hiding a letter inside his severed head?
I shook my head slowly and the tears fell from my eyes. I was fully convinced; Hazan was an animal and he needed to die.
I got to the road and flagged down a taxi.
“Where to madam?
