Chapter 32

The next morning, tension was thick in the air. The TV blared the news, and the headline hit like a gut punch. Henry Blackthorn, the alleged leader of a notorious drug cartel got himself arrested after a wild raid of the building, chained to a chair with two dead bodies laid next to him with a sign in his hands,“I abducted a woman. I am guilty”.

The screen flashed images of police cars swarming the crime scene, their red and blue lights blinking. The anchor continued, “There was an alleged confrontation that occurred involving Mr. Blackthorn and a yet-unidentified group of individuals. The details are still emerging, but it appears to be connected to Mr. Blackthorn’s alleged shady dealings.”

I shot a glance at Ryker, trying to read him. His face, though, was a stone-cold poker face, revealing nothing. He was sitting on the single sofa in front of the TV. This was a small room adjacent to his office, the very same room that witnessed last night’s heated encounter.

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