"No, Sir. He was found dead with a broken neck."
A sharp light descended upon the old man's sterling grey eyes as soon as it landed on the tablet's screen the guard offered.
"Young man." He called to Ryley, showing the tablet to him.
The blond stepped closer but immediately hissed and averted his gaze as soon as he saw the grotesque picture.
That face... It was the same crew-cut bastard who once doused him with gasoline and almost burned him alive.
Among the people he would want to kill the most, that bastard was surely on his top list. But now that Terrel died without getting interrogated first, Ryley was left with so many unanswered questions.
Dylan also saw it and staggered back after letting out a sharp gasp, his whole body trembled violently. "T-Terrel....!"
