Revenge of the Silver Blood Heiress
I was an actor in a spy thriller, playing a role I didn't understand, but my body seemed to remember the lines.
After twenty minutes of winding, aimless-looking turns, I changed my trajectory, circling back toward the intersection. I approached the garden from the south, slipping through a gap in a wrought-iron fence. The space was small, the grass patchy and brown. A few old men sat on benches, staring into space. In the center, the bronze bear stood sentinel, its green-tinged surface dull in the weak afternoon light. I walked toward it, my heart in my throat.
She was already there.
Bab Populer