Forty Three

He has a jagged scar running from his forehead to the bottom of his throat, and Conrad's eyes are glued to it as she frantically tries to place this man.

He's not the one who broke into Carlos' house, and she doesn't recognise him from any of the wanted or missing lists.

A sniff tells her that he's a rogue.

"Conrad Rosser. And little miss Sabrina Amaretti. Where is your father today, young lady?" He asks, peering at Sabrina.

Conrad pushes the child behind her, her grip tightening on the knife.

"He isn't here. He isn't with us," Conrad spits, pointing the knife at the man.

"Now, now. There's no need for violence," the man sing-songs, his group of men stepping closer. They all have guns of varying sizes, and they're trained directly on Conrad's head.

"You have guns pointed at us," Conrad retorts, and Sabrina whimpers quietly behind her.

"Oh, have we scared her? You wouldn't think much would scare her, what with her parentage and all that," the man chuckles, shaking his head.

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