Semua Bab The Wrong Kind Of Right: Bab 211

The scrape of chair legs on concrete echoed like a gunshot when Reid jerked Julian forward.The ropes cut deeper, the bite at his wrists now damp with blood.The chemical fumes were stronger here, searing his nostrils and coating the back of his tongue until it tasted metallic.Reid didn’t hurry. He didn’t need to, he had Julian exactly where he wanted him. Every step was deliberate, calculated, the drag of Julian’s body across the floor more an act of humiliation than transportation.“Ever wonder why I chose this spot?” Reid’s voice was too calm, too casual for the weight of what he was doing.Julian kept his mouth shut. The longer he didn’t give Reid the satisfaction of a response, the better.“Paolo's death as you already know was here,” Reid went on, as if narrating a pleasant stroll through memory lane. “Bushes just over there. Soil still hasn’t settled. I imagine it’ll feel poetic, you following in his footsteps, ending where he did. Maybe the ground will remember you both.”Jul