DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEW
THREE WEEKS BEFORE PRESENT DAY
I stared out the window of the van and watched as Lorenzo and three other men bundled and carried the old, screaming woman out of her run-down apartment. Once she was in the back of the van, I said
"Get us out of here now," I ordered, and immediately, the car was started, and we were on the road
"Let me go, you bastards!" I heard her yell and saw from the corner of my eye, Lorenzo pull out s gun from his pocket. Pressing it against her neck, he gestured with a finger to his lips, commanding her to keep quiet, and instantly she did.
The windows were let down as the van raced down the lonely roads and onto the clearing that led to the warehouse where she was to be interrogated
Pulling up to the warehouse, I got off before the v
