Jericho
Fear trickled down my arms like a sharp knife threatening to peel my flesh from my bone, "he's dead. You killed Parker."
"Technically, I was the one to kill him," Ace corrected, holding a hand up, "I tracked him down and hauled his ass to the warehouse."
"Where I tortured him for the past two days," Gunnar gestured to the heart with the tip of his chin, "Ace killed him and I handled that."
"Thanks," Jericho closed the cooler, "I guess. What did you get out of him?"
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