Chapter 7: The Trickster Got Tricked

Denzel Flynn

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After venting my anger on that terrible excuse of a husband, I drive to the highway. I pull over when I reach the particular spot and see a black van parked beside the road into the light forest.

I have trouble finding him in one go. He steps out of his van in a dark jumpsuit and a mask veiling his face with only his mouth exposed to the air. He looks like a kidnapper, but he’s much more than that.

I get out of my car and walk up to him. The reason I recognize him from far away is the golden skull necklace hanging from his neck. That’s his signature.

“Is everything ready?” He points me to follow him without uttering a word.

Z is sensitive about his identity. All these years of collaboration and I’ve never seen this man’s face or heard his voice. Yet, I trust this man more than my executives.

Z opens the trunk of his van. The first thing that catches my eye is two gallons of blood. I don’t think my body will make up for this amount, even if I bleed to death. A