"Is that a good enough response for you?" Asked Ria as he placed his foot down. Those in the dojo laughed seeing Shaun walk away like some defeated mongrel while holding onto his chest. The moment he arrived home he wiped the blood from his face. He then undressed, placing the shirt on the best. On it was a shoe print with patterns its size, eleven.
"Look at that!" He said in a frosty tone.
Its size and pattern match perfectly with one of the three prints left behind by the unknown suspects. That meant Ria had been in the dojo on the Friday of the incident. There was no denying it. Still, Shaun did not know his next move. He would love to question Ria but he was a master martial artist, not some cannon fodder like Carlos and his men. If Shaun were to confront him it would be the same outcome as what unfolded earlier in the day.
