Bab 149: Chapter 149

Frankie held his gaze at the video, watching as though nothing of particular interest was happening at his building. He took one deep breath in, his chest rising slowly, as if someone asked him how he wanted his eggs prepared and nothing more. I waited, expecting him to admit defeat and usher me out his front door, but then Frankie released the breath in the same steady flow he’d sucked it in, and his next word sent a chill down my spine.

"No."

Westley didn’t flinch as his finger inched closer to the screen. We weren’t able to see Westley’s smile, but I knew it was there—an expression that you couldn’t quite tell whether it was sinister or expressed disappointment. I visualized his face perfectly as his finger lowered and he tapped the red button.

Nothing happened. Two full seconds ticked away as I held my breath. More nothing. We waited to see what destruction would befall Frankie’s warehouse.