Fernandez's compound is eerily quiet. We've been watching it for several days. We're about half a mile away in a barn on some mostly abandoned property, biding our time, but I'm not happy about it. The cops stayed on my ass for a few days, so I couldn't be here to scope out the situation and had to rely on Andreas. The men haven't seen any sign of Melina or Fernandez. We took out eight of his men and by the looks of it, only a skeleton crew is here. It f*****g pisses me off.
Melina is all I can think about; her smell, her voice, the velvet feel of her skin and my art on that very skin. If he killed or even hurt her, I'll skin him alive and slow roast him over a fire for days. I need to find Melina, but I need to find him first. Thoughts of her invade my dreams and every waking moment. I c
