Ending people’s lives was Glisson’s specialty, and he did it well. That’s why he was puzzled as to how he had ended up with a baby in his hands instead of a finished job and less headache.
He groaned in frustration and looked at the red-faced little girl crying in the passenger seat of his car. As far as f**k ups went, this was a major one. And possibly the worst he ever made.
He had parked behind a warehouse on the abandoned outskirts of the city, not far from the beach house where he had eventually found Nadiya. After some help from Joesak. Although the word ‘help’ was a huge stretch, he knew he would pay for that favor. And it would be a very expensive price. s**t! Glisson was pissed.
And the baby crying was making enough noise to drive him mad. He was sure she could be heard outside
