"Master Peregrine, we've caught them." Even though Pukwudgie and the rest already had the culprits, they couldn't help but feel anxious.
Merlin stepped forward. "Master Peregrine, this was my fault alone. Please don't blame any of the others."
Finn Taylor ignored both of them and turned to the five beggars. "Who was it? Who instructed you to stop Yvette Larson's car?"
Finn Taylor had a photographic memory. He was sure that he had never seen these five beggars before. This meant that they bore no grudges against him.
It seemed like there was only one possibility—they had been hired by someone.
"Ha, who are you? You're just a useless matrilocal son-in-law. How dare you try to make us talk?" Their boss was stubborn.
Finn Taylor simply picked up his dagger and ran it across that person's neck.
As that beggar's blood dripped down, he quickly lost all signs of life.
