Shifting my gaze from the screen, I assert, "This isn't a kidnap case Kai, it’s a whole damn revenge plot and I think I know what is about."
My heart crumbles into pieces as I try to make sense of the scene before me. How did I not think about this sooner? I let him find me, of course, he will plot revenge, he will do anything just so I could get hurt again. I should have known.
Kai's voice drops instantly, and it's clear he's struggling to follow my train of thought. "What are you saying?" he asks, his confusion palpable.
I point at the screen, and a surge of realization hit me. "I know whose hand it is."
"Who is it?" he prods.
"It's Richie."
"What!" he exclaims, disbelief coloring his tone. "Richie as in Richard Maranzano?"
My eyes remain fixed on the screen as I confirm with a n
