KENNEDY

The Rocks glass shattered to peices right in front of Irene as she slowly looked down to feel shards of glass piercing the skin of her feet. Her shoulders shudder, she avoids my gaze as if that alone would shield her from my wrath. Next time I wouldn't miss.

"I'm sorry." She apologised as though that would solved anything.

"I don't need your pitiful sorry." I hoarsed. "You had one job. How hard is it to find the whereabouts on two women. What do you mean you can't get a hold of them? So what? They just disappeared into thin air?" I hissed in annoyance. Irene didn't answer, she...