"Then I'll blow up the foundation," Anthony said, his grip tightening on the gun. "I didn't come all this way just to negotiate."
Lorenzo smiled, a faint, sad expression, and pulled his hand out slowly. He wasn't holding a weapon. He was holding an old, faded photograph. He glanced at it for a second—a picture of a woman on a park bench—before letting it flutter to the ground. thony grey and lorenzo
The warehouse fell silent, waiting for the shot that would decide who walked out the door, and who became just another stain on the concrete. "Then I'll blow up the foundation," Anthony said,
