Tor brought food and had dinner with his Yaya at the hospital. After he told her that they would be going home the next day, the old woman seemed to relax. The joy was evident that at last, Rosanna’s reign would come to an end.
Around nine o’clock, he arrived at his accommodation. He didn’t feel tired at all, despite not having stopped since he returned to the Philippines. His plan was in motion. Slow, but steady.
After his shower, Tor picked a black shirt and distressed jeans. The weather was too humid for a leather jacket. That was what the heroes in TV shows always wore when going out at night. They looked good. But Tor would bet his life that those fools were sweating like crazy.
He drove the black Porsche and parked not too far from the Ocampo residence. There were many guards at t
