Tara Summer's mind went blank, having never witnessed a murder before, she had no idea what she had said until it was too late.
She mentioned calling the police, the very last thing she should have said at that moment!
Billy approached, picked up a handgun from the floor, and in the blink of an eye, pointed it at her forehead.
For a fleeting second, Tara thought she would die at the hand of this gun. She closed her eyes, feeling no fear as death approached, defiance written all over her face.
Her expression was full of stubbornness.
But while waiting for the dreaded pain with closed eyes, she instead heard a man's icy hiss, followed by a dull pain at the back of her head, and then everything went black as she lost consciousness...
Blurry and confused, Tara finally woke up after a while, only to find herself not in the private booth, but in a luxurious room.
The bedroom was spacious with thoughtful decoration, entirely European-style.
