Grudge of Grief: Kasyaf
New car
When I got home, there was no one. There was only a piece of paper hanging on the doorknob, using clear plastic.
I'm at the market, Cha. Nyukul! I'm gonna need help, I guess. You again take care of the western market, all nganter Tika.
As he was about to get out of the yard, he was suddenly startled by a car troupe that read police, on his body. That entourage...