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Bad memories

“That man is gone, he left, and I'll never let him come back. He's in hell, burning for the things he did, and I'll send every one of those sons of bitches who want to achieve what he couldn't straight to him," he growled. "Let him try; I won't let them get to you again," I looked into her large eyes. "I should have been there when they tried to enter this house; they shouldn't have been able to reach you. I'm sorry, Margaret."

“Don't be," she said softly as she watched my hands cover hers, "but I need answers. Who was he? I need to know, I deserve to know."

I wanted to spare her as much bitter pill in her condition, but she insisted with her stubbornness.

“That man you already know, his name is Fernando García, and he works for a guy named Arnold Kraus.

“Why?" She looked dismayed.

“Because Mike stole from them and messed up their deliveries too. I took you, so any blow against you falls on me, and since your brother still hasn't sorted his shit out, all the blows come a