31. FOOD

"Hello, okay. I’m here,” Yelena had no escape, she had to assume that she was really listening.

“Why do you call us?”

“Ah! I was thinking about Andrew and…”

“And!”

“And I want to know about him. How can I find him?”

“We can’t give out Andrew’s location because we know if you find him, you won’t get what you want.”

“How do you know that?”

“Ms. Yelena, I knew your name before you picked up the phone, do you really think I don’t know what you’re up to?”

Yelena was silent. That answer had been enough to shut her up.

“Looks like your brain is lit up now. Well, I have a proposal for you…”

...

Viviani limped slowly, and Andrew got out of the car to chase him.

(So that son of a bitch is still here. Well, I'm the one who left and not the other way around. I'll follow him to see what he was doing while I was working.)

The cold of the streets was milder than the cold that Andrew had felt when he was kicked out of the Pizzeria and became homeless. The bins were always full of cigarette butts and
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