SETH RIVERA AND THE ULTIMATE BLACK CARD

Weight of The Game

Marlin was always one step ahead and they could never seem to catch him no matter how close they came, he was like smoke.

When they got to Seth’s house, the usual sight of the magnificent house did not reassure her at all. It was more like a refuge and not a home where they were both prisoners of their own history and of the war to come.

When they got in, the house was extremely quiet. Despite this, Phoebe could not get the feeling of discomfort. She looked at Seth as he moved to the kitchen, each step measured, but his face was that of a man who had not slept in days. This fight was wearing him down as well.

‘We have to have a plan,’ Phoebe said, entering the kitchen after him. It’s not possible to solely rely on that woman’s information. What if she stalls? Or worse, what if she’s already tipped Marlin off?

Seth took a glass from the cabinet and poured water into it, then drank the water before he responded. "She won’t tip him off yet. Not until she is sure that there is something t