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Erica:

I left the office holding back tears in my eyes.

I couldn't tell which broke me more: Dante lying to me or witnessing Hazan's brutality.

I dreaded to shut my eyes. Each time I did, I would see the picture of the rotting head and bloody note in my mind's eye. It sent chills down my spine. Seeing it in person horrified me and if I sniffed the air, I could still perceive the stench of rotting flesh.

I had listened as Dante read the note aloud. How could one man be so cruel and make a joke out of it? How could he make a joke out of killing a grown man and hiding a letter inside his severed head?

I shook my head slowly and the tears fell from my eyes. I was fully convinced; Hazan was an animal and he needed to die.

I got to the road and flagged down a taxi.

“Where to madam?”

“Elite Avenue?”

I got in and I was thankful that the cab driver didn't attempt to make small talk with me.

I was left to float around in my own world. My mind was jumbled in a mess, my thighs were still throbbi