At 128 Maplebrook Avenue, everything was set for the night.
Mike had executed Alvar's instructions perfectly, orchestrating a scenario that would give Amy exactly what she deserved.
As Alvar arrived at the location, he immediately spotted Mike's car parked by the roadside. He walked over and knocked on the window.
The window rolled down slowly, revealing Mike's expectant grin.
"All ready?" Alvar asked with a stern face.
"Everything's ready. You know I don't mess up when it comes to your orders. Now we just wait for her to show up."
Alvar nodded, his expression serious, before heading inside the house.
At exactly midnight, Amy arrived. She had dressed for the occasion, donning a lacy, provocative red dress.
As she approached the rundown building, a look of disdain crossed her face.
