His gun pressed into the small of her back.
Julian hurried across the street to Maria's apartment. She led the way up the dimly lit corridor, wincing as Julian's grip tightened around her arm.
Her hands shook as she jangled the keys. They fell and she bent to pick them up, shaking violently. Her breath came in short bursts as she unlocked the door. It creaked open.
The smell of must and ammonia hit Julian's nostrils. He grimaced, shoving her inside.
An old rocking chair creaked beside a small TV.
“Sit,” he ordered, kicking the door shut behind him.
Maria covered her face and sat in the chair. She whimpered, hiccupping behind trembling hands.
“I only did what I was asked–”
“Save it! I don't f*****g care. You killed a woman. Why?”
Sweat poured down her neck as Maria hiccupped and h
