The man looked at him in disbelief.
“What the bloody hell does he want?” They locked eyes with Kyle before both looked at the man as their hearts pounded fast with each step.
“What is he doing here?”
Roared the man shaking uncontrollably searching for his gun as the man neared.
Somewhere in the city.
“Who is this? How did you get my number?”
“A dead guy with a fetish for women’s knickers gave me your number,” said the man.
Dior’s heart started pounding hard. She locked eyes with Palmer and instantly disconnected the line.
“Damn it. Dior see what is happening now. I told you not to do stupid things otherwise you will jeopardize my safety and yours too,” shrieked Palmer scared.
“They might have put a manhunt on me,” she said.
“I know you did it deliberately,” said Palmer.
Dior smi
