Eden
Day Five
The day after Angie had learned of the plot to kill the president-elect, she was back in the kitchen. Zola was making bread, and the mouth-watering smell revived Angie’s dormant hunger. The urge to eat passed when she saw the trace of the bloodstain on the wooden cutting board and recalled Reno’s public whipping. Angie clasped her hands together every time she passed the stain.
While she worked, she chewed over the information she had so far, waiting for an opportunity to approach Zola and wondering why these men would want to kill the president-elect. A s*x-trafficking ring Angie could almost understand—not the exploitation, but the drive for money. But when you threw in an assassination attempt on the US president-elect, the motives became murkier. It was like she was st
