Mark broke down as he punched the steel bars repeatedly and shoved himself on the floor in a very dispirited stance.
The passing of Mr. Hendrick was another heavy blow for him.
The cops had calmed down seeing Mark stay rooted on the ground.
They left him alone allowing him to mourn his loss.
“Mr. Collins, we found this piece of paper inside Mr. Hendrick’s fist, and was gripped hardly.” After a while, one officer dared to interrupt Mark as he handed him a strip of paper with handwritten words.
Mark’s sharp eyes landed on the paper first.
He stared at it deeply before he got it from the officer without any word.
The officer quickly ran off.
Still bursting with dangerous anger, Mark opened the crumpled paper and read the words on it.
‘I told you so… don’t mess up with me.’ B.S.
The words written on the paper were mere answers to his questions.
B. S.
The person who awfully made this to Mr. Hendrick is none other than Bill Sky.
