Mila
I covered my eyes with my palms as they started hurting me from staring at my laptop screen all night, studying the faces of the men in the photos from the file I got from the nightclub.
Despite spending the entire night on it, I couldn’t get any useful results, and this was frustrating. Especially when the first rays of the sunlight started to creep through the windows.
I sighed as I lay back on the bed, remembering the state Ricardo was in when he got out of the club. Something was off, but he refused to say anything.
I forwarded six men’s photos, whose backs resembled the man who carried me, from the laptop to my phone, intending to search for their information through their social media profiles.
An hour later, the doorbell rang, and when I opened the door, I was surprised t
