“How close was she to you?”
Hannah inquired from Davis, sitting by the balcony of her pent house, smoking a thick cigar and exhaling out grey clouds of smoke out of her mouth and looking at the beautiful skylines of Singapore.
That lightened and sparkling night lights and beautiful skyscrapers might be a sight for sore eyes to some but it only looked like a mere view that dinged in front of Hannah’s eyes that she would love to trade in for the view of her daughter standing right in front of her eyes. Because there were a number of things that Hannah would rather love to do than sit in a sparkling city and smoke cigars and the one thing on top of her to do list was definitely get her hands on her daughter and scratch the hair out of her skull.
Since her failed assassination attempts of
