“Dan,” Rama, Danny’s right-hand man, called him. “What do we do now?”

Long breath escaped from Danny’s mouth, and he turned to Doddy. “Explain to us, what the hell happened back there.”

Doddy started elaborating everything as calm as he could, and ended his words by lowering his head. “I’m sorry, Dan. If only I could get there sooner.”

“It’s not your fault,” Danny said. “Andy’s been losing his focus lately. God knows what he’s been thinking.” Folding his arms, he glanced at the monitor. “He should’ve realized what the risks were, but even so, none of us thought that Erdi would have the guts to do something right in front of a club full of civilians, in the middle of goddamn day no less.”

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