Having dinner?
Griffin looked at Jason, dumbfounded.
At this moment, the man who called himself a lobbyist finally understood the terrifying nature of post-traumatic stress disorder—it could turn a normal person into a madman.
"Don't reason with a madman," Griffin shifted his gaze to Edward beside him.
And then?
"Yeah, that's right, just going to visit the councilor."
"I haven't formally visited him since I came to Newdeth City."
That's what Edward said.
"You're crazy too?"
"Can post-traumatic stress disorder be contagious?"
Griffin growled.
Edward didn't pay attention to such a growl.
At this moment, the captain of the special operations team finally understood why a seemingly ordinary case was so difficult, even completely clueless.
Because all the clues had been erased.
Just like the poisoned stable watchman.
And...
His poisoned subordinate!
At this thought, a coldness flashed in Edward's eyes.
