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Angela’s hands were the last body parts that needed to be collected.
Andre’s stomach was already at his feet. He wasn’t looking forward to the bloodbath probably waiting for them inside the house in Arcadia, just a stone’s throw away from the Union Buildings and the President’s official residence. The man who’d bought the hands lived alongside diplomats, politicians, and gangsters.
Arcadia had once been a nice suburb, but with its proximity to Sunnyside – gangster central – it had declined. Even its old houses, with views of the Union Buildings and the Sheraton Hotel, couldn’t save it from plummeting into slum territory. The Chinese had built an impenetrable compound to protect its embassy and diplomats from the criminal element that dominated the area.
“What do you think he wanted
