Chapter 38

I was pacing in the suite. Papers were strewn about on the dinning table. A few of them were being held down by an ashtray that long since needed to be emptied. Dante sat on the other side of the dinning table. His head was in his hands, a cigarette still burning between his fingers.

“Okay, let me go through all of this bullshit that has been served us.”

Dante just nodded some of the ash falling