Bruce
I was standing outside the restaurant when it happened. Of course, I knew of the plans—who wouldn't? Lee wore his emotions like a second sleeve, leaving no room to doubt his obvious intentions. Intentions that even Maloney was well acquainted with. One would think that Maloney wouldn't know why a bomb was being made, especially when the materials for making it weren’t so subtle. It would be a disgrace if he knew nothing.
I watched as smoke blooms escaped from the window, along with screams of terror. I knew the hotel, and by extension, the restaurant was filled with people minding their own business. But Lee should have just gone back to America when I told him to. I tried to convince him, but of course, the plan was to get him to stay so he could be killed.
I heard footsteps comi
