Chapter 35: Restless Night
XENOIS
By the time I finished making the last call, the clock on the wall showed 8:47 PM. My neck was hurting me from bending over the phone for hours, and my throat felt raw and dry from speaking in the low dangerous tone that frightened people in the underworld..
Each conversation had been filled with threats and promises, making it clear that information about today's attack would be rewarded if they knew anything about it while feigning ignorance and not coming forth with the required information that I needed would prove to be costly.
The responses had been similar from everyone that I had called. Every contact I'd reached out to – from the drug lords who were the ones in charge of the docks and ships that brought illegal substance to the city, to the
