Chapter Thirty Four
Atonement
Halfway across the world; as Anya Jalav began the process that would bind her intended prey to her; another would-be victim –if only at a remove- sipped at a large Scotch; unable to get his last conversation with the girl from his head.
The nature of that conversation and his recall of it stoking his anger and outrage further; her insistence he play second-fiddle to her leaving him speechless with rage.
Rage stoked further as memory played back her demand he address her as…
“In your dreams, ingrate slum b***h!”
So had he hissed after she had cut their Skype connection. Hell would find itself air-conditioned before he demeaned himself in such a way; the revenge scenarios he had started to weave immediately, made more and more outrageous by the swiftly emp
