He walked back to her and punched her hard. She jerked and staggered backward and screamed initially and looked at him. He lunged and punched her again. She knocked out and slumped to the ground. The men bundled her into the SUV and drove off.
David picked up the phone and phone her.
“Goddamn it! Pick up the bloody phone! After all your uncle was bad news,” he whispered to himself.
He stopped as the phone diverted to voicemail. He thought for a while watching the television.
The manhunt for Evelina by the regime’s lethal team the special secret services startled him.
He sat down. He roared with rage. He threw the remote against the wall.
He sat down and thought about Evelina. He opened the drawer and flipped upside down the picture frame. He looked at it and briefly smiled.
“Evelina
