Chapter18:

It was later in the evening when Sandro returned from his search. He kicked the door to his room open and headed straight for the bar. Uncapping the white rum, he poured it generously into the highball glass before him. Grimacing as the liquor scorched his throat, Sandro muttered, "Where could she possibly be?" He had revisited the house from which he had taken her, only to find it empty. He had even gone to the place where she worked, but nobody had seen her since the day he took her. Sandro shook his head. The more he dwelled on her sudden disappearance, the stranger it felt to accept that she might have escaped without any assistance. His instincts kept pointing toward Blaze as the possible culprit. Despite being privy to everything that was happening, Blaze remained tight-lipped. "That traitorous bastard! I'll rip out his heart!" Sandro downed the remaining white rum and placed the glass on the bar counter before storming out of his room. He forcefully pushed open the door to the l