I knew very well that killing Andrew Martinez meant formally becoming an enemy of Justin Martinez.
But I never intended to spare Justin Martinez, so being enemies made little difference.
I tore a part of the curtain and wrapped the head directly, then pulled my cap down to the lowest point and vanished from the hotel.
Shortly after David Johnson left, the unconscious woman on the bed slowly opened her eyes. The moment she saw the headless corpse lying beside her, she was scared to the extreme and screamed!
The sound echoed through the entire hotel.
Martinez Family in Northridge Province.
Justin Martinez paced back and forth in the yard, glanced at the time, his brow furrowed.
It's eight o'clock at night, by rights Andrew Martinez should have returned by now!
He had instructed Eric Martinez to bring Andrew Martinez back early today.
But by this time, there was still no movement.
He made several calls, but no one answered!
