Dante's POV

For two whole days, I was calling Erica. She would pick her phone. It was Wednesday and I still hadn't heard from her.

I called her again but just like the other times, there was still no reply.

I was starting to get impatient. What was this? I had gotten a call from the police that there was a shooting at one of the intersections. I hadn't been able to look into it.

I was restless and ill at ease. Anger bubbled inside me like a hot cauldron. I had asked Robert to compile a report for me concerning the shooting. He seemed angry about it and went...