I thought of Vanessa's phone call a moment before, and I decisively crossed the answer button.

Before I could say anything, a strange man's voice rang out on the other side of the phone, mixed with all kinds of boisterous music and human voices.

"Ms. Nicola, is it? Your friend Mr. Carter is drunk at our place, please come and pick him up, we are here ......"

The man gave the exact address and my mind instantly went to images of yesteryear.

I put Jacqueline to sleep before I changed my clothes and left.

When I left, I called a friend and asked her to come to the apartment to...