Chapitre 132: Taking my revenge

Nicolas clenched the steering wheel tightly torquing his hands so the rubber could absorb some of his sweat.

In the back of their stolen double cab pickup lied the knocked out police officer restrained by his own cuffs, how much more shit could they possibly book for themselves?

Raphaela loaded him up and told Nic to drive, she didn't say what she planned though, and she didn't say where she wants to go... At this rate life in jail was a plausible final destination.

"Turn right here" she said pointing and he followed the road.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

She looked at him blankly then forward again "To where I use to stay, five years ago"

He wiped the sweat off his forehead "You mean, that place that got shot up by the military?"

"Yes, you saw it?"

"No, I only heard of it"

She smiled "I wonder what they did with the place"

"What could they do?"

"Turn it into a national heritage site? I don't know"