CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
“One of us?”
He whispered to himself.
“Devil’s Eyes,” he whispered to himself pointing a gun at him.
Instantly David got up.
“Devil’s Eye!”
He shouted before slumping back on the bed to sleep.
The man woke him up.
“Are you a Devil’s Eyes assassin? What happened to you? Did they catch you? Are you a prisoner here?”
The man asked, surprised, and curious.
“Yes. Yes. Yes!”
He went back to sleep but woke up and drank vodka before the man tried to take it from him. But he refused clinging to it. The men lifted the pillow and took his gun and wallet.
“Let’s go. I will take you back before they return.”
David got up and about to drink more vodka that the man took from him. David staggered and sat on the bed. The man offered his shoulder. David hung onto him and tr
