Roland’s pulse stuttered, eyes fixed on the lady who stood by the Ferrari car staring straight at him.
“Emily,” Roland muttered. Emily was one of the people who was kidnapped and transferred alongside him and Jason to the drug cartel when they were kids. She was also one of those who had survived, escaped, and thrived.
From a weak cry-baby, she turned into a fierce assassin, and as a result, she was nicknamed the Devil’s trumpet, after a poisonous flower.
What the hell’s she doing here? Roland muttered. Grieved, he turned to the detectives. “I will be taking my leave now. Don’t forget the plan still stands,” Roland said. He met Zoey’s stare, lingered a second, and then turned for the car where Emily stood.
Closing in, Roland grabbed Emily by the hand. He pulled the car door open and
