A MADMAN'S OBSESSION
“Three compromised shipments. Two dead.”
Zandrei nodded then he stood.
“Stand him up.”
The guards quickly lifted the man from the chair. His legs barely held him.
Zandrei stepped closer.
“So now,” he said mildly, “you’re going to help me understand something.”
The man nodded wildly. “Anything, anything, sir...”
Zandrei’s hand shot out and gripped his jaw hard enough to make him whimper.
“Why,” he asked softly, “did you think I wouldn’t find out?”