Chapter 69: Costa
Costa strolled through the morning streets like a king. He felt good, dammit! Having struck back at that traitorous black b***h made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. As if the two of them could corner his market. What a bunch of idiots.
He unlocked the front door to his studio and went to disarm the alarm. He found the alarm ripped out of the wall, cables spilling out like guts. What? Did someone break in?
Should he call the police? Nah, he should check it out first, just to be sure. He walked up the stairs and unlocked the door to his studio. It was dark and the morning light barely came in, they still had the heavy curtains drawn, the ones they used to control the ambient light. He turned on the lights and saw a man sitting in the chair right in the middle of the stud
