Alexander burst out laughing like a true psychopath in front of Sergio's lifeless body, whose eyes were wide open. He moved closer to him and made a gesture I couldn’t quite see.
"I knew you’d try to double-cross me. You’re so predictable."
He put his hand in his pocket while laughing loudly.
"At least now I’m sure you’ll really shut the hell up."
How can someone laugh in front of a corpse? What’s wrong with this man? What was that conversation? Why so much mystery between them? What did Sergio know that Alexander didn’t want him to reveal?
I was about to turn around and head quietly to the car when Alexander stood right in front of me, his gun pointed at my face.
As soon as his eyes met mine, his laughter stopped immediately, and he put on a neutral expression. His gaze was so cold
