Chapter 49: Aziel

At the villa's front gate, inside the guard booth, Bob lay sprawled on a chair, a cigarette clamped between his teeth and anger clouding his face. "Damn it, that wretched Harry lucked out," he muttered, blowing smoke. On ordinary days, he pushed Harry around and never spared him a thought.  And yet Oliver had picked Harry to lead the way, with a beauty like Annie Davis. Bob was jealous. "Fine. When Harry comes back, if I don't put him in his place, I'm not Bob," he growled, his expression...