CASSEY'S PUNISHMENT

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I have not been in physical contact with my work partner for a very long time since I started working as Paula’s bodyguard. It’s been a week since we found out about the truck that went missing, and our team has managed to find it. My partner is at my house to deliver the news to me – his name is Manuel.

“Did you find anything concrete about what was in the truck?” I ask, pouring both of us whiskey neat. We are in my living room, relaxing on the couch.

“Nothing. The truck was dumped close to the border to Morocco, and it was wiped clean with no little evidence left behind,”

“Dang, those people are smart. I just can’t wait to hear what he has to say about the truck being found before they did,”

“If Petro has nothing to hide, and if he learns that we found the truck first, he will not wait for our call, right? He probably does not know that we found nothing from his truck. He must be worried where he is right now,” Manuel says, gulping his whiskey.

While we were sitting in my liv