Cuco’s pov;
The place Moss put me wasn’t much to look at. A small apartment that looked like it had been abandoned for centuries. The windows were blacked out, the door reinforced from the inside with a metal bar that looked like it would give way at any moment.
But it was safe enough, at least for now.
I sat on the edge of the mattress and pulled out my shirt in order to redress my wounds.
The masked figure replayed in my mind on a loop.
The way he moved was precise and controlled, like he actually knew what he as doing.
He was a bit huge, but then, many men I knew were huge and I couldn’t think of anyone who could fight like that. It was unlike anything I had seen.
The burner phone Moss had given me sat on the table and it was as though the fact that I had stared at it prompted it
