CHAPTER 245. I WILL MAKE YOU MINE. Black Hole

Jhon walked slowly toward the mailbox on 46th Street in North Point. It was a rundown street surrounded by cheap shops and cafés that reeked of roaches. It was a horrible area on the outskirts of the city, but busy enough that anyone who wanted to go unnoticed could easily do so.

The mailbox was yellow, battered, and looked like it had been hit by a car on one side. Big and ugly, like any other mailbox in Zurich. He slipped the manila envelope he w