I picked up the medical chart, my gaze sweeping over the seven burly men. "Thirty-
one stri;ke;s with a ham;m;er. A robber h;it;s to escape. Thirty-one times... that is
hatred. That is an attempt to destroy."
"Enough!" Victor stepped forward, adjusting his expensive suit, a smirk playing on
his lips. "You’re being overly emotional. You’re just a grunt, what do you know about
investigations? Go back to your base; my family will take care of her."
Dominic, the massive eldest son, stepped up to block my path, his voice menacing:
"Did you hear my father? Get lost, you government dog."
I didn’t back down. I stepped in close, whispering into Victor’s ear, quiet enough for
only him to hear but cold enough to freeze that smirk: "You call me a dog? Have you
forgotten what attack dogs are trained to do?"
