"What?" Michael felt like a rock hitting his head when he heard that. He looked at me, checking to see if I was joking, but the bleak expression told him all I needed to know.
"He's sending me a message," I told him.
Michael rubbed his temple. "What does he want...?" he remembered. "Elena. That's her, right?"
I just nodded.
"Then we should take her and torture her; that would be our signal to him, too."
"That won't happen," I growled, dismissing the idea outright. I couldn't even stomach the idea of her being tortured, let alone watching it on camera.
When we returned to my office again then I asked Michael again because of all the fuss creating by him.
“Where the hell have you been, Michael?”
His throat tightens. He hesitates, but finally answers.
“I was with Kiara. She was goi
