Julian Johnsons, by this time, thoroughly understood what the fish had experienced at Madam Sa and Edbert Walker's place.
But.
The phone hung up.
Marco could no longer tolerate it; his stomach churned violently. He rolled down the car window, leaned out, and vomited a large puddle of sour water.
Julian Johnsons stood by, gently patting his back and handed him a bottle of mineral water, comforting him with revolutionary friendship, "Marco, dealing with... a woman like her isn't easy; you've had a tough time."
Several filthy words were omitted in between, which Julian found beneath him to mention.
"The key is she's particularly cunning!"
Marco rinsed his mouth, drank some water to lubricate his throat, and said excitedly, "She even tricked me into thinking she hadn't changed locations, treating me like a fool! I guess she must have set a trap at that place, waiting for me to fall prey."
