Perfume bottles lay scattered and broken. The smell of lilacs was overpowering, intermingling with the metallic tang of blood. For a moment, he stood still, trying to process everything. The blood, the shattered glass, the ripped pages. Was the blood hers? Was she hurt badly? Was she...alive?
"f**k it!" André cursed aloud, "I knew something like this would happen sooner or later because of those men she stayed around!" He scanned the room for something, anything to give him a clue of where she was. His eyes fell on a phonebook. He flipped it open. It had just one address in it. It was marked under tha name of "Joyce Grace" and somewhere in Cheapside.
Without a heartbeat delay, André turned around and rushed out, his heart hammering in his chest. He drove his Lamborghini in rage as he byp
