The man was in white shirt and black trousers, handsome as a tall, graceful tree, yet there lingered about him an inexplicable aura of desolation.
A curve tugged at the corners of his lips, as if he were mocking himself.
"Mr. Qualls still haunts us like an unrelenting spirit,"
The young man approached, a docile smile on his face, but his words were sharp and indifferent.
Jackie turned his head, his genial façade impeccable to a fault, and his gaze lingered for a moment on the youth's dark eyes before drifting away with a light chuckle, "It seems you know everything now."
Louis Snyder reined in his smile, coldly eyeing the man before him, "So you knew all along, didn't you?"
Jackie glanced at him sideways, his hand slipping into his pocket and tightening into a fist before pulling it back out, sensing the chilling cold in the air and laughing softly, "Quite early, yes."
Earlier than everyone else.
And more unexpected than anyone could have imagined.
