Page 126 of Callan

I’m sure the world will come to an end.

Of course shit happened.

If Carmen suspects I’ve stolen what’s rightfully mine, she’s clearly not in the know and has no idea who Charlie is.

She doesn’t know I’m Callan Bard, which is amazing in its own way.

She can’t put two and two together.

The tragic part is that she and Alvarez, her new lover, have lost my fucking necklace, which is aggravating, to say the least.

She was wearing it in those pictures.

How did it get to her?

I suspect Alvarez got it from someone else, and I don’t think it was her husband. That would be weird.

The only thing connecting all these people in this obnoxious, crazy way is the mastermind behind it.

My enemy.

Does she even know what that necklace represents and how valuable it is? And has she thought for a second that she herself wasn’t its rightful owner?

What was it to her?

A gift?

A bait?

How did Alvarez get his hands on it?

The good thing is that whoever fucks with me is also messing with them.

This whole mess might be purposely designed in that fashion so I can lose my marbles.

Again, I’m not in this game to win a prize.

I know how this game is played.

I know we’re chasing absolute power and struggle to preserve it once we get it.

That’s how we live.

And that’s what this might be.

But as I said before.

This feels personal.

As if someone has put too much thought into it.

And that person has no qualms about random people paying a price.

Carmen, Alvarez, and his crew will be affected in this case. Not to mention her husband.

They are all on the chopping block.

I have so many reasons to order a hit.

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