— You recognized me?
— No.
— And like this?
The man’s fingers tighten around her throat, and fear locks the muscles.— No, you’re mistaken.
— No? Are you sure?
I recognized him.
How could I have forgotten him?
He became older and more dangerous.
But that night, there were two of them.
Two hungry predators.
And now my son is looking at me—and breathing becomes impossible.
— You set us up, and you’ll have to pay for it.
— I don’t understand what you mean.
— Soon you will.
Six years ago I got into a terrible story, and to get out of it I had to make a deal. Everyone pays sooner or later for everything, but they mustn’t know about my secret.